Chapter 1350: Winner of the breath of time
In response to the outrageous accusation hurled at him in front of the entire aucation plaza that holds Millions of the mid-belt monarchs, Lord Morval parted his lips and replied with a voice sharper than steel:
"Lord Drathan, are you truly implying that we would stoop so low as to kill one of our customers... over a mere handful of billions?"
A wave of silence fell for a heartbeat.
"..."
But then, the stands stirred—not with noise, but with narrowed eyes and sharp, offended glares.
A handful of billions?
Had he just called them poor? Was that really necessary?
"I stand by my words!"
Lord Drathan did not flinch, his voice rising with the authority of one accustomed to command.
"Who crafted this martial art? Which one of the Five Great Chosen is responsible for it? Where was it discovered? How can we be sure it wasn’t secretly created by Azramide? Each of the Five has a style—distinct, refined, and unmistakable. I have seen enough martial arts to recognize their signatures. Let our own experts have a look and they will declare it—when you’re ready to hold a legitimate auction!"
Lord Morval narrowed his gaze, the glint of irritation shimmering like a dagger unsheathed.