Chapter 2719: Father-in-law, Please Uphold Justice for Me!
"Smack!"
The precious teacup shattered against the floor, smashed to pieces.
Wyrella Holt’s eyes flew wide open, anger blazing in them as if it could swallow the heavens: "Say that again!"
"Reporting to Madam, His Majesty replied that he’s heard of True Sage Grand Void, but he has never heard of, much less seen, any Sunset Star Lord."
Wyrella Holt’s face turned ashen: "So we were deceived. That person isn’t any Sunset Star Lord, and he absolutely isn’t a Quasi-Saint?"
The subordinate didn’t dare make a sound, standing properly below her, waiting for her orders.
Wyrella Holt paced two circles on the spot: "That brat impersonated a Quasi-Saint, but then how did he, right under the noses of so many Great Land Prime Immortals, silently whisk Garlan Parrish out from within the Sealing Formation?"
Wyrella Holt halted, frowning as she recalled the scene back then. Suddenly, her brows shot up: "When that brat appeared, all the Illusory Snake Sect Disciples we had captured were hanging their heads. Not a single one looked at him. Logically, he was everyone’s hope of survival—everyone should have been begging him for help..."
Wyrella Holt suddenly lifted her head: "That brat is an Illusory Snake Sect Disciple?"
Wyrella Holt was stunned by the answer her deduction had produced.
She had brought a large group of Peak Great Land True Immortals, yet was scared off by an Illusory Snake Sect Disciple?
Wyrella Holt’s whole body couldn’t help but tremble, nearly hysterical as she shouted, "Bring out that brat’s image and go ask around. Find out his identity clearly!"
"Yes!"
The subordinate took the order and left. In the great hall, crackling sounds of objects shattering rang out once more.
Wyrella Holt didn’t have to wait long. The subordinate soon returned, his expression complicated, posture exceedingly cautious.
Seeing the subordinate’s demeanor, Wyrella Holt’s heart sank with a jolt.
"You found out? Who is that brat, is he an Illusory Snake Sect Disciple?"
The subordinate bowed his head, not daring to look at Wyrella Holt’s face, and answered in a low voice, "He is a Myriad Immortals Palace Battle Hall Disciple, Carson Flores."
"Boom!"
The ground beneath Wyrella Holt’s feet instantly fractured, countless pieces of precious furniture around them turning straight into dust.
Wyrella Holt had imagined countless possible results, yet never once did she think the other party would turn out to be one of the culprits who killed her son!
Previously, Oberyn Duncan’s old servant went to capture Carson Flores, but only caught an Incarnation, and that Incarnation even self-destructed.
After the old servant came back, the enraged Wyrella Holt punished him, beating him half to death and throwing him into the dungeon. Then she personally led a group to take revenge, and just because of that one misstep, no one recognized Carson Flores on the spot.
Carson Flores had killed her son, and in front of her eyes, disguised himself as a Quasi-Saint, scaring her into fleeing with everyone.
This was already far beyond what the mere word "humiliation" could express.
If this got out, she would become a laughingstock of the entire Immortal Cultivation World!
She, a Great Land Prime Immortal, daughter-in-law to the Quasi-Saint Barbarian King, brought a band of Peak Great Land Prime Immortals to avenge her son, yet was scared off by the true murderer who killed her son—a brat who was only a Lower Grade Grand Luo Initial Immortal—with just a few words.
The subordinate’s body trembled; he didn’t dare say another word.
If he had a choice, he wouldn’t have wanted to report this news at all, nor face the enraged Wyrella Holt.
Wyrella Holt’s eyes were bloodshot. After several seconds, she stomped her foot furiously, shot into the air, and headed toward the Barbarian King’s secluded abode.
"The monk may run, but the temple can’t! Since he’s someone from Myriad Immortals Palace’s Battle Hall, I’ll go to Myriad Immortals Palace and demand they hand him over!"
Wyrella Holt streaked forward like a bolt of lightning, arriving at the Barbarian King’s Cave Mansion in an instant, then directly knelt down at its entrance, howling, "Father-in-law, please uphold justice for your daughter-in-law!"
"Come in."
The Barbarian King’s voice came from within, thick with domineering might: "Wipe those tears. Sniveling and sobbing—what kind of sight is that!"
Wyrella Holt hastily wiped away the already few tears on her face and quickly stepped into the Cave Mansion.
The Barbarian King’s figure was towering, clad in a simple black robe without any extra adornments, yet with every glance, that piercing, domineering aura made one’s heart quiver, stirring a primal urge to kneel and submit.
"Speak. What exactly happened?"
Wyrella Holt recounted everything from start to finish: "Norelle concealed his identity to participate in the Bloodkill Arena and was killed. He indeed must bear corresponding responsibility, but Myriad Immortals Palace has truly gone too far. A Battle Hall Disciple ignored Barbarian King Palace and humiliated me so insultingly. I beg Father-in-law to uphold justice for me!"
The Barbarian King’s expression showed some surprise: "That brat who impersonated some Sunset Star Lord is the Myriad Immortals Palace Disciple who possesses the Doppelganger Divine Ability and indirectly killed Norelle?"
"Yes!"
The Barbarian King pondered for a moment: "Since Norelle voluntarily entered the Bloodkill Arena, he counted as one of the Barbarian Tribe, no different from anyone else. On the battlefield, things change in an instant; life and death should be his own responsibility. Although I grieve his death, I cannot, on that account, pursue others for it."
"As for the Illusory Snake Sect, you’ve already given them trouble. Since they’ve escaped calamity and been forced by you to abandon their Sect and flee, let this matter rest—do not pursue it any further. As for that brat, I will go and ask Myriad Immortals Palace right away and see what this is all about..."