Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

"This is the heir of your Blood Clan ancestors? Pale and delicate, just like a woman! His head isn’t even as big as my fist!" a werewolf said.

Some members of the Blood Clan were angry, some were silent, and others were just watching the spectacle.

Bach glanced at Xia Hau, raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Is this the Blood Emperor’s heir? Seems he’s an Oriental."

"That’s right, I’m from Xuanjin." Xia Hau stepped forward, his tall and robust figure filled with explosive power. His eyebrows and eyes, which were usually full of innocent laughter, were now stern, with sharp eyes exuding the oppressive feel that a Blood Emperor should have.

As Bach looked into Xia Hau’s eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Those eyes indeed made him feel uneasy, which was not a good sign.

Old Prince Bruch hurriedly offered his chair to Xia Hau and then pulled a chair to sit beside him. Xia Hau, seated between the two Elder Bruchs and Old Prince, didn’t seem at all pressured.

He leaned back in his chair, hands folded on his lap, eyes slightly cold, "Everyone, do you have any objections to me as the Blood Emperor?"

The crowd looked at each other in dismay, unable to gauge Xia Hau’s strength, hesitating to stand out. Even Bach and the Magic Party members fell silent, the name of the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor making them too afraid to make a decision quickly.

Old Prince Bruch was quite satisfied with this situation. He cleared his throat and spoke, "Since Clan Leader Bach has let Mr. Xia make an appearance, there is something I must say. Mr. Xia was personally chosen by our great ancestor Cain as the heir; he is our Blood Clan’s supreme king. I believe no one here has a more noble identity than Mr. Xia. Therefore, I propose Mr. Xia as the most qualified candidate for the position of the Chairman of the council. Therefore, I choose Mr. Xia."

With Old Prince Bruch speaking up, other members of the Secret Party Family naturally followed suit.

"Bruch makes sense, Mr. Xia is the Blood Emperor’s heir and is most qualified to be called the council chairman. I vote in favor." The council elder supporting the Secret Party Family raised his hand.

Another elder also supporting the Secret Party followed suit.

With this, twenty-five percent of the people in the entire conference hall had become Xia Hau’s supporters.

The Dark Council chairman election, the Blood Clan and the Wolf Tribe each hold thirty percent of the votes. Another forty percent is in the hands of the chairman, two vice-chairmen, and four elders. Now, the Neutral Party and Magic Party hold another fifteen percent, the Wolf Tribe has thirty percent, and within the Dark Council chairmanship, there is still thirty percent of the votes. To pass Xia Hau through smoothly, at least sixty percent approval votes are required.

However, now there is only twenty-five percent, still a large gap from passing the election.

Everyone’s expressions varied, with the Magic Party members all looking towards Bach.

Bach sat in the chair, looking inscrutably at the stern Xia Hau, squinting his eyes. After a long moment, he suddenly spoke.

"According to identity, Mr. Xia is indeed the best candidate for chairman. However, the Dark Council is the high-level core circle of the Blood Clan and werewolves, not just about identity. More important is the strength that keeps us alive. As far as I know, Mr. Xia was just an ordinary person a year ago. In a year’s time, what wing level could he have reached?"

Bach’s words resonated with many, as strength is indeed more crucial for the Dark Council chairman.

Old Prince Bruch watched all this coldly and sneered, "As far as I know, our current chairman, it seems, only possesses Six Wings. In our Blood Clan, isn’t the Six Wings strength too ordinary? My useless son Eddie, sitting in a wheelchair over there for years, is now almost reaching Eight Wings."

The Dark Council Chairman’s face darkened. His strength had been criticized since his selection, and it was a sore spot. He didn’t expect it to be brought up again now.

Suppressing his anger, the council chairman forced a smile, "Old Prince is right, my strength is definitely not top-tier. However, during the previous election, what everyone valued was my ability to see the bigger picture and outstanding leadership skills. I believe the Prince has no doubts about that. But Mr. Xia, it seems he’s only been a member of the Blood Clan for less than a year..."

Bach also chuckled, "Yes, I’ve investigated Mr. Xia. Before becoming part of the Blood Clan, he was just an ordinary student. Using the words of the Xuanjin people, he’s merely an underdog who made a comeback. How could such an ordinary person have the ability to lead the Blood Clan and Werewolves? It’s possible he might be wiped out by those Church bastards tomorrow!"

Many who were unaware of Xia Hau’s background shook their heads immediately after hearing Bach’s remarks. How could such an unremarkable ordinary person bear great responsibility?