They all call me Great Master-Chapter 911 - 908 Splashing Dirty Water VI

A low growl, accompanied by the chirping of the golden-haired monster rat.

Ripples like waves advanced towards the low-flying 'Blood Bat'.

Scarlet eyes flickering, the 'Blood Bat' opened its mouth for an ultrasonic attack.

Just like before, after the collision between the two, silence.

Immediately after—

Boom!

Amidst the explosion, force field fragments scattered and splattered.

Suddenly, large patches of houses and ice crystals collapsed.

Amidst the swirling dust, the scattering ice crystals were quickly submerged.

But in the next moment, the ice crystals began to float upwards.

No!

To be precise, they moved towards a certain point in the sky.

The dust dispersed.

The giant bat spread its wings.

A solitary shadow stood tall in mid-air, lifting a hand where a spear entirely composed of frost was rapidly forming, bringing the already low temperature down further.

Then...

Snow!

The entire Kilg Harbor in Inner Bay started snowing!

From fine snowflakes to heavy snow like goose feathers.

It all happened within a breath.

The extreme cold cooled down Baro Hamlet's overheated mind.

He was momentarily stunned, then immediately realized something was amiss.

Undoubtedly, he was being set up.

Who could it be?

People from the Seven Major Families?

Or someone from his own family?

Lord Baro pondered, preparing to shout once more—he wanted to stop this pointless fight, to inform the 'Blood Descendants' that they were all being manipulated.

Lord Baro was quite confident in this.

After all, there was too much evidence.

Simply confronting the 'Death Poetry Society' would likely bring the truth to light.

Meanwhile, he might even gain the friendship of the 'Blood Descendants'.

A 'Ascend Steper' in the truest sense of the word was always worth allying with, no matter what.

As for the current losses?

They were simply not an issue.

While organizing his thoughts, before Lord Baro could truly speak, the Frost Spear in the 'Blood Descendant's' hand was hurled straight down.

Lord Baro wasn't surprised.

On the contrary, he saw it as an opportunity.

As long as he could withstand this blow, the 'Blood Descendant' would be able to converse with him calmly.

So—

Chirp!

Amidst the golden-haired monster rat's cries.

The creature that appeared mouse-like pulled down the 'starry sky', bringing Baro onto the 'step', then curled up its body, its golden hair standing on end.

The next moment, the Frost Spear arrived.

Boom!

Amidst the earth-shaking rumble.

The enormous impact forced the golden-haired monster rat to retreat repeatedly with Baro.

Yet, the golden-haired monster rat soon stopped.

It wasn't because the power diminished.

But because the frost exploded.

The layers of frosty force were not wasted in the slightest, all piled onto the golden-haired monster rat, which then froze.

The step was frozen.

The starry sky was frozen.

As for the golden-haired monster rat?

It was like a massive chunk of ice.

The 'Blood Descendant' stood atop the 'Blood Bat's' back, expressionlessly spoke with scarlet eyes—

"This is the first time.

And also the last time."

Having said this, the 'Blood Bat' quickly ascended.

Within a breath, it vanished without a trace.

Everyone witnessing this scene instinctively believed that the 'Blood Descendant' had shown mercy.

As for why show mercy?

Of course, because of the Old Lion.

Even the aloof 'Blood Descendant' did not wish to face the Old Lion, who became increasingly uninhibited as he aged, approaching death, before he had truly grown stronger.

This was what people thought.

And Baro Hamlet?

Even though he displayed the power of an 'Ascend Steper', in the eyes of people, he was still deemed an 'ingrate' under the protection of his brother's wings.

Indeed!

An ingrate!

Many recalled the recent scene.

Colluding with the 'Death Poetry Society', murdering Dieudonne, and intending to harm Pistri!

One incident after another, what else could it be called but an ingrate?

Crack, crackle!

Bang!

A crack appeared on the ice block.

And it quickly began to spread.

With a muffled sound, it exploded.

The golden-haired monster rat stretched its body, revealing Baro who stood proud and unyielding.

Lord Baro intended to have a good talk with the 'Blood Descendant'.

However, the sky was already empty.

Moreover, why were the gazes of the surrounding people so strange?

Almost instantly, Lord Baro realized.

'Damn it! Damn it!

These people actually think I did it!

They've all been deceived!

And...

Those accusatory glances!

Why are they exactly the same as before?

I'm no longer who I was before!

Dammit!

Do they still think I'm lesser than my brother?'

The anger in Baro's heart surged once again, he instinctively wanted to eliminate all those looking at him with strange eyes, but the lingering coldness prevented him from losing his mind entirely.

He knew something was wrong with him.

Seriously wrong.

'No!

I can't let this continue!

I must find out the reason!'

Relying on his remaining rationality, Lord Baro Hamlet quickly turned and left.

Baro knew he needed to calm down.

However, in everyone's eyes, this appeared to be a guilty conscience.

The resentment in the hearts of the surviving members of the Seven Major Families and the Golden Lion Family reached a peak at this moment.

'Damn it!

Actually colluding with the 'Death Poetry Society'!

Using us as pawns too!'

These people shouted internally, quickly rising to contact their respective families.

The content was roughly the same, all calling for people to return to the ancestral home, activate defenses, and guard against Baro Hamlet and the 'Death Poetry Society'.

Meanwhile, sending someone to find the Old Lion.

At this time, only the Old Lion could resolve everything.

As for that parade?

It was unimportant!

Nothing was important anymore.

Right now, the most important thing was themselves.

Amidst the frost, a few figures staggered away.

And the parade team exchanged glances.

In just a dozen minutes, they experienced the greatest challenge of their lives.

A challenge that shattered their worldviews.

Some of them had indeed heard of the Mystic Side, and some had genuinely interacted with it, otherwise, they would not have spent a fortune sending their daughters to Saint Joan Academy.

They harbored unrealistic fantasies.

Hoping their families could also be like the Nobles.

But...

They never thought the Mystic Side could be so terrifying.

Looking at the densely packed corpses and ruins in the distance.

Looking at the ice crystals glittering in the sunlight.

Every parent's heart trembled.

They exchanged glances, completely at a loss.

As for their children?

The parents' panic had already spread to their hearts.

While everyone was at a loss, a figure stood out.

It was Pistri Hamlet.

The Young Lion, looking at the crowd, seriously asked—

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you willing to trust me?"

Under the sunlight, his pale golden eyes were filled with sincerity.

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