Lanse had once been the sharpest sword in the Deep Sea Territory—elegant and perfect. But at this moment, the refined and handsome noble youth was consumed by a tyrannical rage. The glaciers in his cold blue eyes had long melted away, leaving nothing but monstrous fury.
"Lancer Heineich," Ling Yuan said, his gray eyes lifting slightly as he swept a glance over the emotional fluctuation values wildly spiking above the other's head. He opened his palm toward him. "I thought our goals were supposed to be aligned."
The murderous noble youth completely ignored his hypocritical gesture of goodwill. He abruptly raised the Ice Blue Energy Sword in his hand, pointing it straight at the Shark Prince.
"I will ask you one last time. Where is my fiancée?!"
"Your fiancée? That female from the Rabbit Clan? Her," Ling Yuan sneered, his lips curling up. "She is nothing more than a sacrifice.
