Maximilian didnât look at Rowen in order not to embarrassed him. He must continue playing this game by himself. âLet you go? Are you, like, whatever, dreaming? How could I let you go?â Maximilian said, glancing at Emperor Martial coldly.
Emperor Martial was disturbed. He shuddered at Maximilianâs look and asked, âWhatâs it gonna take for you to let me go? I promise I will never bother you.â
âItâs easy. Cut your arms down, and Iâll let you go.â Maximilian said tonelessly.
Emperor Martial was numbed with shock. He hurriedly shook his head. He was almost terrified to cry.
âMr. Lee, please donât. If I lose my arms, it will disqualify me at competing for the emperorâs heir.â
He was very shocked to hear it. His hands were so important for him. He would break down if he lost his arms.
âSave your words. I just want you know that itâs impossible to let you go.â Maximilian snapped.
Emperor Martial took a deep breath. He couldnât believe he would end up with losing arms.
âMr. Lee, Iâm sorry. I wonât do it again.â He begged in a regretful tone.
He glanced back, only to find that his brother had fled. He couldnât believe he was left behind alone.
Maximilian held his arms, and broke it. His arms snapped, irrecoverable.
Maximilian used his internal strength, so the arms could never be mended.
He yawned and sneered, âPiss off!â
His face was distorted with great pain. He hated Maximilian, who was so merciless.
He was one of the five emperors. But apparently, Maximilian didnât care his identity.
He glared at Maximilian, trying to kill him in mind.
Maximilian turned a blind eye of him. If oneâs eyes could kill people, he might kill Emperor Martial for several times.
Emperor Martial, despite hatred, could do nothing but swallow his anger.
âYouâll lose more if you donât go away.â Maximilian smiled.
Maximilian broke him arms in case he would trouble him again. Since they became enemies, he might as well end the possibility for good.
Thatâs the reason.
Emperor Martial, at the moment, was trembled with fear. Never had he expected that Maximilian was so ruthless and merciless as to break his bones.
He gathered himself up and ran away. When he saw Emperor Beau Green, he burst with anger. He could still use his hands, though they were very feeble.
He blamed everything on Emperor Beau Green. He thought if it not were him, he wouldnât end up with this. He must give him a lesson.
He swung a punch and said, âAre you just being deliberately perverse?
Iâll let you know the consequence.â
Emperor Beau Green was so shocked that he took a deep breath. He had never thought Emperor Martial would wreak revenge on his so soon.
âYouâll be sorry for it if you hit me.â Emperor Beau Green suddenly said.
After a punch, Emperor Martial scowled at him and said, âWhat? Iâll be sorry for it?â
âYes. I still save my vote for you.â He looked fearless, because he thought such an excuse would stop Emperor Martial from beating him.
Emperor Martial, who was angry for losing his arms, became more furious at it. An urge to kill Emperor Beau Green arose in him.
âWho do you think you are to frighten me? My arms have been broken. What else do I care?â Emperor Martial snapped.
Emperor Beau Green stiffened with shock. He took a deep breath. Never had he thought Maximilian would be so cruel.
âEmperor Martial, believe me. I really didnât know he is so formidable. Donât worry. Iâll take the revenge for you. Iâll beat the crap out of him and let him beg you for mercy.â
He pretended to take up the cudgel for Emperor Martial.
Emperor Martial used to be touched by it, but now he wouldnât. Because Emperor Beau Green was to blame for his broken arms.
He thought it was so hypercritical of Emperor Beau Green to say this. He landed another punch on his cheek and said in a cold tone, âShame on you!â
Emperor Beau Green, covering his cheek with a hand, looked puzzled. He thought Emperor Martial went too far, then he pretended to be innocent. âEmperor Martial, you canât blame it all on me.â
âOr on who?â Emperor Martial sneered.
Emperor Beau Green didnât dare to stay longer, since he knew Emperor Martial was furious right now.
He turned back quickly. Otherwise, he would be beaten to death.
Emperor Martial ran after him, but didnât catch him. He had to swallow the grievance.
Emperor Beau Green looked grim. Taking a sigh, he wondered if he shouldnât have offended Maximilian. Perhaps he was wrong at the very first.
He swore in mind that he couldnât do this anymore. But now there was no way back for him. Though he was no match for them, he must prepare for what would happen next.
It suddenly occurred to him that he could ask Emperor Harp for help. Emperor Harp was a master of internal strength, which was a weak point of Maximilian, he supposed.
Then he went for Emperor Harp.