Originally, Chu Ping and the other Xiu Luo Envoys standing not far away were merely watching the scene with folded arms.
After all, as long as Feng Fuce didn't signal them, they would never meddle in business concerning the Marquis.
But now the eldest son of Duke Ping dared to curse the Marquis right to his face.
They would never tolerate this!
Chu Ping immediately took the lead to rebuke, "Presumptuous! How dare you speak to the Marquis like this?"
An Shiyu was tall in stature, yet had the features of a scholarly face.
At this moment, he also became angry: "I speak this way, not only will I reprimand him, but I will also say that Marquis Wan, it must be you who killed my brother!"
"I'm telling you, the Heavenly Dao is cyclic; your hands bear countless wronged souls. Just wait for heaven to come after you!"
Chu Ping, enraged, turned red with fury and drew his sword directly: "Say that one more time!"
Feng Fuce suddenly raised his hand to stop Chu Ping.
