Chapter 2012

F*ck!

Ambrose shuddered when he saw that. He was extremely regretful and anxious.

Yang Jian had captured him and was about to threaten his father to surrender their empire. His father had been

through so much and only managed to become the emperor after such a huge effort. Would he surrender for his

son?

Soon, Gonggong had finished with the letter. She got a soldier to send the letter to the New World Palace.

A few hours later, in the New World Royal City.

In the Full Energy Hall at the palace.

The officials stood on both sides in neat rows. Their expressions were complicated—they were in fear.

Lord Kenny Bred was in a dragon robe as he sat on his throne. His expression was extremely dark, with hints of

anxiety and worry. They had just received a cessation letter—he read about how Yang Jian had captured Ambrose,

and they would execute his son if they did not surrender.

Lord Kenny was highly anxious. He immediately gathered the officials to discuss a strategy. He thought of Ambrose

as his son even though they were not biologically related. Someone had taken Ambrose captive, so how could he

not worry about him?

“My fellow officials.”

Lord Kenny scanned his surroundings and urged, “Does anyone have any strategy to rescue my son?”

Woo!

The officials looked at each other. None of them dared to speak; they were worried.

The person who had captured the prince was the famous Grandmaster Erlang Yang Jian. He was a world-famous

powerful cultivator. Who would be able to rescue Ambrose safely?

It was impossible.

“Bunch of useless—”

Lord Kenny was furious as his officials stayed silent. Finally, he stood up and yelled, “Useless! I have given you glory

and wealth, yet at the most crucial moment, none of you could be of use.”

At that moment, Lord Kenny Bred’s eyes reddened. He emitted a strong and furious aura.

Woola!

The officials shuddered and immediately knelt in fear.

The next second, a High Official of the Ministry of War cautiously replied, “Your Majesty, it’s not that we are afraid of

death. Yang Jian is the world-renowned Grandmaster Erlang. His fame has been passed on for thousands of years.

He is the strongest of the strongest. Even if we were to risk our lives to save His Highness, we are just sending

ourselves to our deaths.”

Then, the other officials immediately nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“This matter needs to be thought through thoroughly.”

“Your Majesty, why don’t we ask help from the other mainlands—”

The officials continued to chime in, which only made Lord Kenny even more annoyed.

“Fine.”

Finally, Lord Kenny frowned and admonished them. “Stop talking. The letter mentioned clearly that I only have half

a day to think about this. Time is running out. We don’t have enough time to ask the other mainlands for help. By

the time help is here, I’m afraid Ambrose will have already executed.”

Then, Lord Kenny let out a long sigh. He stood up slowly. “Reply to Yang Jian immediately—I agree to surrender.”

When he said that, Lord Kenny’s face was emotional. His mood was extremely gloomy as well, but his eyes were

determined.

He was not willing to surrender to Yang Jian, but he had no other choice for Ambrose’s safety.

“Yes, Your Majesty!” The officials replied in unison. They looked at each other discreetly, their faces pale.