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“Yan Zhen, what do you mean by this? Do you intend to ruin your own clan’s hunting banquet?” A portly National Marquis stood up and questioned Yan Zhen.

“I’m simply asking everyone to stay a little longer. Once I find out the truth, naturally, I will let everyone go,” Yan Zhen said.

“The hunting banquet is all about fighting with murderous demons and death row prisoners. It’s quite normal for your son, Yan Xu, to encounter some accidents during the hunt,” the portly National Marquis said.

“Why are you so eager to leave?” Yan Zhen asked the National Marquis in return.

“What do you mean by that? Are you suggesting that I, a guest invited by the Yan Clan, would go out of my way to harm your son? You, Yan Zhen, may not have a good reputation in Neon Sea, but I would not stoop to such things. Others will take care of you,” the Marquis said.

“Take him away and interrogate him thoroughly!” Yan Zhen suddenly shouted.

Several Yan Clan experts dressed in black swiftly surrounded the National Marquis, twisting his arms behind his back and skillfully capturing him.

“Yan Zhen, have you lost your mind!” exclaimed an elder of the Yan Clan, standing up in a furious rage.

“This concerns my son’s life. I advise you all not to provoke me needlessly. Once I have uncovered the truth, naturally, you will be unharmed, but if you obstruct me, Yan Zhen, do not blame me for being impolite!” Yan Zhen said coldly.

Overbearing and dominant, Yan Zhen had always been this way in Neon Sea; few dared to provoke him. Even amidst this assembly of guests, Yan Zhen remained unconcerned, as if he didn’t consider anyone in Neon Sea worth his attention.

The portly National Marquis was forcibly dragged down the stairs, and his screams, like those of a slaughtered pig, could still be heard from a distance, indicating Yan Zhen was determined to find the murderer.

“My son is quite powerful and was guarded by Yan He. Unless someone deliberately set a trap, he could not have been easily killed by some demon lords. I suspect someone within the hunting teams has murdered him.” Yan Zhen walked into the center of the banquet, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone like an eagle’s.

Luo Shaoyan and Little Queen Jingyun dared not meet Yan Zhen’s gaze, keeping their heads down as they peeled fruit.

On the contrary, Zhu Minglang did not shift his gaze away when Yan Zhen’s eyes swept over him.

Yan Zhen’s gaze barely lingered on Zhu Minglang before he turned his attention to other teams that were even more powerful.

With Yan Xu and Yan He’s strength at Middle-level Monarch Level and High Rank King Level respectively, Yan Zhen was naturally scrutinizing those who displayed strength beyond these levels.

The atmosphere was tense. To Yan Zhen, it seemed as if everyone present could be the culprit, as he questioned each person whose strength was above the High Rank King Level one by one but found no flaws.

After more than one “Time,” someone ran up to Yan Zhen and whispered something in his ear; then, Yan Zhen’s gaze immediately turned to where Zhu Minglang was situated.

Yan Zhen approached, followed by a dozen black-clad Yan Clan experts exuding a forbidding aura. As they approached slowly, Luo Shaoyan and Jingyun unavoidably began to feel nervous, but being from powerful families themselves, they possessed the mental fortitude not to give themselves away immediately.

“I killed him,” Zhu Minglang suddenly said calmly.

The eyes of both Luo Shaoyan and Jingyun widened to their limits.

What situation is this!

Zhu Minglang, who had always been composed and calm, how could he so easily confess? Was his psychological endurance even weaker than theirs?

“What did you say??” Yan Zhen himself was also astonished.

Just now, someone reported to Yan Zhen that, during the hunting festival, Yan Xu had some conflicts with the people at this table, and the man in the white clothes had even spat grape seeds at Yan Xu.

Yan Zhen knew his son the best, being humiliated like that, he would seek revenge no matter what.

Since he would seek vengeance on this person, and this person returned unscathed while his own son went missing, the suspicion was extremely high!

The problem was, Yan Zhen was still somewhat uncertain, after all, this person didn’t seem like he had the strength to kill Yan Xu and Yan He, but before he knew it, the other party had admitted it outright!

“Your son Yan Xu was killed by me,” Zhu Minglang said.

“How did you kill him?” Yan Zhen’s entire face became unspeakably grim and terrifying.

“Just like this, for example, if this were his neck…” Zhu Minglang casually picked up a banana, then demonstrated to Yan Zhen how he slowly twisted Yan Xu’s neck until it broke.

Zhu Minglang twisted slowly during the process, and one could see that Yan Zhen’s entire being was emitting an extremely terrifying aura, as if he were a bloodthirsty Evil Dragon, ready to swallow Zhu Minglang whole at any moment!

Luo Shaoyan had gone completely stupid.

Boss, it’s bad enough you admitted it, but do you have to describe the process of killing in such detail? This is Yan Xu’s biological father!!

Compared to spitting grape seeds in Yan Xu’s face, the act of Zhu Minglang describing to Yan Zhen how he killed his son was probably the ultimate insult!!

Yan Zhen had already flown into a rage, but in order to understand the facts, he forcefully suppressed the urge to tear Zhu Minglang apart and listened to him finish speaking.

Finally, when Zhu Minglang spoke of throwing Yan He’s heart to the dogs, Yan Zhen couldn’t control himself anymore.

“Go to hell!!!” Yan Zhen roared in fury, and a massive blood hole appeared behind him.

The blood hole was the size of a wall, and out of it peeked the Tyrant Blood Evil Dragon, its blood scales flowing like blood, looking horrific as if it was constantly bathing in fresh blood; otherwise, how could it emerge from the Spirit Realm drenched in blood like this!

Around Zhu Minglang was a thick dark aura, making his figure somewhat ethereal, leaving only a proud outline.

Within the dark void, a pair of sinister eyes suddenly opened, as if they were two destructive Magic Stars that had persisted since ancient times at the end of the world’s darkness, casting a terrifying light that made one’s soul tremble!!

In terms of aura, Zhu Minglang was in no way inferior to the clan leader of the Yan Clan!

“Yan Zhen! You are beyond redemption, facing death and still so rampant!” Just then, a loud shout came, and from the direction of the mountain peak’s gate, a man wearing a silver cap charged over at an astonishing speed.

The man’s strength was incredibly terrifying; before anyone could blink, he had already reached behind Yan Zhen.

With one hand, he grabbed the Tyrant Blood Evil Dragon that was about to lunge out. Relying on the explosive force from his arm, he astonishingly hurled the King Level Tyrant Blood Evil Dragon away, smashing it into the mountain terrace outside the mountain hall!!