After a day and night of fernting, the situation indeed grew even bigger.
Beileng started making connections everywhere, and the number of people behind him was increasing, now reaching over a thousand.
The incident of Lanling killing Princess Yudie had spread throughout Rakshasa City, inciting public outrage.
Countless people were shouting to beat and kill, attempting to create imnse pressure for the Little Rakshasa King.
However, many direct descendants of the Rakshasa Royal Family and mbers of the families within the Rakshasa Elders Council quietly withdrew.
Because they had already sensed a dangerous aura and realized that the issue seed to target Lanling on the surface, but in reality, it was aid at the Little Rakshasa King.
This concerned the Rakshasa tribe’s power struggle for the throne, prompting many authorities to watch the situation silently, not expressing any opinion, and locking their descendants at ho.
Yet as the instigator, Princely Heir Beileng’s father, Elder Mokan’s attitude was particularly elusive.
His attitude was... no attitude.
However, for him, having no attitude was the greatest attitude.
Beileng seed to aim to destroy Lanling, but in reality, it was targeted at the Little Rakshasa King, which Elder Mokan should be very aware of.
Who is Mokan?
The Rakshasa King’s sibling, an elder of the Rakshasa Royal Family, a Rakshasa Tribe elder, and currently the leading elder in Rakshasa City.
In terms of power, he was second only to the Little Rakshasa King in Rakshasa City at this ti, a true power mogul.
His son drew his sword towards the Little Rakshasa King, and he sat back and ignored it, which already proved a problem.
This indicated that he had started to align himself in the future battle for the throne, and he was siding with Prince You Ming.
It was an extrely dangerous signal!
His posture was equivalent to announcing to the world that the future position of Rakshasa King was still undetermined.
All along, everyone naturally believed the Little Rakshasa King was the only heir to the throne, the absolute legitimate successor.
Yet now, soone was tearing apart this perception.
Many mbers of the elders council, and royal family mbers sensed the danger, not only locking their descendants at ho but even pretending to be sick, not leaving their hos.
Many people couldn’t understand why Elder Mokan would make such a dangerous move.
He had already reached the summit he could achieve. Even if Prince You Ming ascended the throne, he couldn’t advance any further, why would he do this?
The benefits and risks were completely mismatched!
So, in the first half of the day, Rakshasa City was still noisy, with everyone discussing the matter and clamoring to beat and kill Lanling.
By afternoon, no sound could be heard.
Rakshasa City fell silent as if everyone was holding their breath.
Everyone, like beasts before an earthquake, huddled in their nests, trembling slightly, waiting for the upheaval.
And Lanling had beco an unprecedented focal point for the entire Rakshasa tribe and Rakshasa City.
Everyone was focused on him, because at this mont he represented the interests of the Little Rakshasa King.
...
Lanling was a thousand miles away from Rakshasa City!
Lanling was eight hundred miles away from Rakshasa City.
Six hundred miles.
Every once in a while, soone would report Lanling’s whereabouts.
The last ti Lanling ca to Rakshasa City, although it couldn’t be considered unnoticed, it didn’t cause much attention.
This ti, as Lanling entered Rakshasa City again, it was truly under the spotlight.
Every hundred miles, soone would return to Rakshasa City to report.
Three hundred miles.
Two hundred miles.
One hundred miles.
Under countless focused eyes, Lanling, the Blazing Demon Banner-Master riding three Chira Beasts, finally appeared in the skies above Rakshasa City.
Ironically, despite the whole Rakshasa City being mindful of his arrival, almost no one ca to greet him, except for the Shadow Warrior sent by the Little Rakshasa King.
"The Crown Prince’s intention is for you to land and walk to the Crown Prince Mansion," said the Shadow Warrior.
Lanling responded, "The Crown Prince’s intention is to make things even bigger?"
"Yes!" replied the Shadow Warrior.
Thus, Lanling descended, riding three Chira Beasts down Rakshasa City’s wide streets towards the Crown Prince Mansion to stand trial.
Wherever he passed, the roads were empty, only countless eyes taking in his visage and form.
anwhile, Princely Heir Beileng received a report.
"Lanling has arrived and is heading towards the Little Rakshasa King’s Mansion!"
Beileng laughed grimly, "This despicable creature dares to co? His death is imminent!"
Taking a deep breath, he stepped out from his Princely Mansion.
Outside, over a thousand people awaited.
However, these people were different now.
So were followers of Prince You Ming, united in interest. Their fathers and grandfathers were at the core of Rakshasa tribe’s power, truly influential individuals.
Another portion were opportunists and peripheral mbers of the Rakshasa Royal Family.
Though they also hailed from prestigious backgrounds, considered as mbers of the Rakshasa Royal Family, their fathers and grandfathers were on the fringe of the tribe’s power.
In total, one thousand three hundred people, intimidatingly confident.
Princely Heir Beileng raised his arm and shouted, "Whether we can seek justice for Princess Yudie, uphold the dignity of the Rakshasa Royal Family, depends on this mont. For this sacred purpose, I, Beileng, would even be willing to be shattered to pieces, to dismber Lanling and exterminate his entire clan!"
"Dismber Lanling and exterminate his entire clan!"
"Tear Lanling into pieces, exterminate the nine clans!"
Then, the Princely Heir Beileng led this massive team of noble offspring, marching grandly toward the Crown Prince’s residence.
Lanling ca from east to west, while Beileng’s team moved from west to east.
Both sides converged face-to-face towards the Crown Prince’s residence in the middle!
Half an hour later, both sides gathered in front of the Crown Prince’s residence.
Beileng looked at Lanling coldly and said, "Despicable wretch, today is the day of your death. If you can co out alive, I will give you my head!"
"Tear Lanling into pieces, exterminate the nine clans!"
The noble offspring behind Beileng shouted loudly, looking at Lanling with expressions as if they wanted to devour him alive.
The gates of the Crown Prince’s residence opened, and a Demon General shouted, "Lanling, the Princely Heir Beileng enter to confront!"
Lanling stepped directly forward, entering the Crown Prince’s residence.
Beileng raised his arm and shouted, "The decisive battle is now!"
Then, he led over a thousand noble offspring as they thundered in.
With a small-minded heart, he feared that the more than a thousand followers behind him would not be able to enter to pressure the Little Rakshasa King, so he truly took advantage of the situation to storm in.
The mont he stepped into the gate of the Little Rakshasa King’s mansion, he thought to himself, "The first battle for the throne has begun!"
At the sa ti, a person in a black robe entered a dark, massive manor and said to Elder Mokan, "Master, it’s begun over there!"
Elder Mokan nodded, taking a deep breath.
"The Great Rift, has begun!"
At this special mont, the high-level struggle within the Rakshasa Royal Family suddenly began like this.
Although it was long-planned, it erupted especially suddenly.
...
The main hall of the Crown Prince’s residence opened.
The Little Rakshasa King sat high on a golden throne.
Imposing and magnificent, the grand hall did not feel cramped even with over a thousand people standing within.
This was rely the mansion of the Little Rakshasa King, not the palace of the Rakshasa Tribe.
To the left of the hall stood the Princely Heir Beileng and over thirteen hundred noble offspring.
To the right of the hall, only Lanling stood alone, appearing beyond description as weak and outnumbered.
In the corner of the hall, dozens of Spirit Ritualists monitored every field of spiritual power within the hall, preventing any party from lying.
Beneath the golden throne sat the representatives of the Rakshasa Royal Family Elders’ Council and the Rakshasa Elders Council.
Princess Sha Yan sat behind the hall, her figure obscured by a crystal stone screen.
Almost everyone was present.
Then, a dense sound of footsteps was heard.
Hundreds of Black Blood Warriors and thousands of samurai from the Crown Prince’s residence poured in like a tide, standing like nails in the square outside the hall.
"Rumble..."
Then, one large door after another of the Little Rakshasa King’s mansion was closed.
The Little Rakshasa King still had a face like a sculpture and said calmly, "Both sides are present, so let’s begin!"
His gaze fell on Lanling and he said, "Blazing Demon Banner-Master Lanling, the Princely Heir Beileng accuses you of killing the adopted royal daughter Yudie. Is this true?"
Lanling said, "I suppose it is!"
The Little Rakshasa King continued, "The Princely Heir Beileng accuses you of killing the servants Yudie brought with her. Is this true?"
"Yes!" Lanling said.
Beileng exclaid harshly, "Your Highness, the evidence is all here. Lanling killed mbers of the Rakshasa Royal Family, akin to rebellion, a heinous cri. Please publicly execute him to set an example and exterminate his nine clans, upholding the dignity of our Rakshasa Royal Family."
After speaking, Beileng knelt down.
"Please, Your Highness, publicly execute Lanling and exterminate his nine clans!"
All the over a thousand noble offspring behind him knelt in unison, presenting a united front, seemingly to pressure the Little Rakshasa King.
The Little Rakshasa King said, "Lanling, do you have anything to say?"
Lanling said, "Your Highness, the Princely Heir Beileng tempted and abducted my concubine Yudie, attempting to sabotage my marriage alliance with the Rakshasa Royal Family, a grave cri. Please punish him with castration to serve as a warning to others!"
Beileng’s eyes turned icy, and he pointed at Lanling, "You slander with venomous words, like a cornered dog. You claim I seduced the Commandery Princess Yudie; do you have any evidence? Any letters? Any witness?"
Of course, there was no evidence of Beileng and Yudie’s affair, not a single word left behind, nor had any outsiders seen it, making it a death without proof.
The servant Yudie sent to seek help from Beileng had long been killed by him.
"Evidence?" Lanling sneered, "Of course there’s evidence!"
Then, Lanling clapped his hands.
A stunningly beautiful woman gracefully walked out, with a figure and appearance that was strikingly Yudie’s.
Only those most familiar with Yudie could sense that her energy aura was different from Yudie’s.
She walked to the top of the hall, pointing at Beileng, "Your Highness, the Princely Heir Beileng attempted to molest several tis in Rakshasa City, and I swore to resist. However, I never expected that after I went to Fla Demon City, he would attempt to use his influence to forcibly seize from my husband Lanling. Please grant justice, Your Highness!"
Imdiately, the entire hall seed to explode completely!
What exactly, what exactly happened?
And the Princely Heir Beileng was completely shocked, as if struck by lightning!
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Note: Here’s the second update. This Chapter took a long ti to write in the atmosphere of New Year’s Eve. I beg for your support and votes.
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Thank you, everyone!
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