The Sheep Awaiting Slaughter

Suddenly, a path opened up in the crowd, and a figure emerged, dressed in a purple-gold dragon robe and wearing an emperor’s crown.

With each step, he exuded the aura of an emperor, majestic and commanding.

It was Long Qianyu!

Clad in the dragon robe and crowned with the emperor’s crown, he was none other than the discarded crown prince, the ruler and manipulator of this underground kingdom.

Following closely behind him was the seventh prince, Long Linfeng.

His face remained cold and stern, but there was a hint of doubt and unease in his eyes, a flicker of anxiety and worry.

“City Lord Lu! Who would have thought we would meet again in such a manner? Don’t you find it amusing?”

Long Qianyu looked at Lu Suifeng, who was curled up on the ground, his face pale, breathing heavily, and his features contorted in pain.

“Tsk tsk! The game has taken such a turn so early on, truly impressive!”

Long Qianyu shook his head, wearing a smug expression, as if toying with a mouse.