The Crimson Thunder Palace elders moved instantly.
Whoosh!
In a blur of motion, they appeared beside Yu Longxuan, their expressions tense as they checked his condition.
"He's just unconscious."
A breath of relief escaped their mouths.
The tight atmosphere loosened—just slightly.
But only for a moment, because the next second, their expressions turned dark and cold.
Their gazes snapped toward Nie Fengzhuo like blades.
"Nie Fengzhuo!"
One of the elders stepped forward, his voice thunderous with fury.
"How dare you?!"
A terrifying pressure descended instantly.
"You must think you've grown wings on your back to act so recklessly!"
His eyes burned with anger.
"To strike the Seventh Prince—do you understand what you've done?!"
Each word carried weight.
"Can you bear the consequences?"
"Can your Nie Clan bear the consequences?!"
The threat was naked and unrestrained.
Even though Yu Longxuan was not killed… the damage was already done.
