2133: C2133 Sword-drawn Anxiety

C2133 Sword-drawn Anxiety

Long Bufan quickly searched through the information on the Troll Man in his mind, and finally understood the meaning of the word 'seed'. So it turned out that in the Demon royal family, there was also a hierarchy, and the caste were separated into different systems: Di Li, Tian Luo, Mo Mo, and Da Te Clans.0

Among them, the clan with the highest status was the Dili clan, which was equivalent to the direct line of descent of the royal family clan. Among them, the clan with the highest status was the Dili clan, which was equivalent to the direct line of descent of the royal family clan.

Seeing that Long Bufan was silent, the City Lord's gaze darkened, a trace of obscure light flashing across his eyes.

The Demon Palace had already been divided into four empires. They had fought openly and secretly for many years now, and would often send a few spies to infiltrate into the enemy's territory. The royal family's characteristics were all in the form of a Dracon, so if they wanted to successfully infiltrate into the higher ups, they could only send out Dragonblood Warrior Weapon.

And at this moment, Long Bufan's performance made this City Lord have no choice but to be suspicious. He carefully sized up Long Bufan and discovered that the latter's attire was extremely shabby. His clothes were torn in many places, completely unlike what a Royal should be wearing.

Sensing the City Lord's gaze, Long Bufan couldn't help but laugh to himself. In the moment of desperation, he changed into his Dragonblood Warrior Weapon form, and his clothes instantly burst from the bulging muscles. As a result, he didn't have any extra time, he took out some of the armor from the storage bag s and put it on.

"Have you forgotten the caste of your clan?" Seeing that Long Bufan was unable to answer, the City Lord sneered, his dark golden eyes revealing traces of hostility.

The Imp leader who was an expert at observing his surroundings didn't kneel anymore. He immediately stood up, his eyes revealed caution as he stared at Long Bufan, the crescent shaped blade in his hand flickered with a sharp cold light.

"Would you believe me if I told you I was an orphan?"

Long Bufan smiled indifferently, he did not randomly say the name of a clan. He knew, for a clan with a strict caste system, how could it be possible to fool them just by saying the words?

"Orphan?" City Lord laughed coldly, and asked a question in reply: "Do you think I would believe you?"

Long Bufan was expressionless as he spread out his hands and said indifferently: "Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

After he finished speaking, Long Bufan turned around and walked directly out of the prairie. However, before he had taken a few steps, a cold shout came from behind him: "Stop, this young master suspects that you are an enemy spy!"

Long Bufan frowned and stopped in his tracks. With a thought, the dragonbone lance suddenly appeared in his hands.

"Woosh ~ ~ ~"

Seeing that, the hundred over Imp guards immediately pulled out the crescent moon blade on their backs, their eyes locked onto Long Bufan. They knew very clearly that although the origin of the Long Bufan before their eyes was unknown, a fellow with royal blood must be powerful.

In an instant, a tense atmosphere filled the air as both parties brandished their weapons.

"Do you have any evidence that I'm an enemy spy?" Long Bufan's expression darkened slightly as he said coldly.

"Based on this young master's intuition." City Lord raised his eyebrows slightly, a proud smile on his face. He sized Long Bufan up, and judging from the energy undulations being emitted from the latter's body, he was weaker than himself. If they were to fight, based on their past battle experience, he estimated that they would be able to settle the matter within ten minutes.

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