Although he had the intention to retreat, being used as a pawn by a wet-behind-the-ears brat wasn't the only issue; his betrothal had also been torn apart. This slap in the face struck both Mo Shang and the Prince Liu Mansion.
If he were to leave like this, wouldn't it be equivalent to skulking away in defeat?
Mo Shang glanced at Chief Luo, who had already been burned to death on the ground, and his expression darkened. A terrifying aura swept across the room like a tsunami, overwhelming everyone present and suppressing the area.
The entire reception hall was enveloped by his imposing presence.
"Chu Feng, you've got some nerve! Luo Qude was personally praised by the Holy Emperor himself. Even if he committed a grave error, it's not your place to deal with him! At the very least, you should report to the Holy Emperor and let him decide personally!"
"And you will be captured. After Prince Liu reports to the Holy Emperor, your fate will be determined!"
