Kesler's expression didn't change, cold air seeping from his body as he spoke in the same flat tone, "Raymond, think carefully about the consequences of making a move here."
Raymond clenched his fists so hard his knuckles whitened, scarlet light flickering in his eyes.
The matter of the clan's Tier Eight elder being refined into a puppet was the greatest taboo and disgrace of the Purgatory White Tiger clan. Now that Kesler had exposed it in public, he wished he could tear this bastard in front of him to shreds on the spot.
But he also understood their current situation—this was human territory. If they started a big fight and caused large-scale casualties, even as a Beastman of the Royal Family, he would definitely pay a heavy price.
He wasn't afraid of that human lord who had defeated Unol. Just a non–Holy Blood Tier Seven Spiritualist; only an idiot like Unol would lose to someone like that.
But when it came to human Holy Blood powerhouses, he had no choice but to be wary.
