Dragon Master novel Maximilian

Chapter 982 Emperor Beau Green at Loss

Maximilian didn’t look at Rowen in order not to embarrassed him. He must continue playing this game

by himself. “Let you go? Are you, like, whatever, dreaming? How could I let you go?” Maximilian said,

glancing at Emperor Martial coldly.

Emperor Martial was disturbed. He shuddered at Maximilian’s look and asked, “What’s it gonna take for

you to let me go? I promise I will never bother you.”

“It’s easy. Cut your arms down, and I’ll let you go.” Maximilian said tonelessly.

Emperor Martial was numbed with shock. He hurriedly shook his head. He was almost terrified to cry.

“Mr. Lee, please don’t. If I lose my arms, it will disqualify me at competing for the emperor’s heir.”

He was very shocked to hear it. His hands were so important for him. He would break down if he lost

his arms.

“Save your words. I just want you know that it’s impossible to let you go.” Maximilian snapped.

Emperor Martial took a deep breath. He couldn’t believe he would end up with losing arms.

“Mr. Lee, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” He begged in a regretful tone.

He glanced back, only to find that his brother had fled. He couldn’t 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, “Piss off!”

His face was distorted with great pain. He hated Maximilian, who was so merciless.

He was one of the five emperors. But apparently, Maximilian didn’t care his identity.

He glared at Maximilian, trying to kill him in mind.

Maximilian turned a blind eye of him. If one’s eyes could kill people, he might kill Emperor Martial for

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Emperor Martial, despite hatred, could do nothing but swallow his anger.

“You’ll lose more if you don’t go away.” 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.

That’s 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 wouldn’t end up with

this. He must give him a lesson.

He swung a punch and said, “Are you just being deliberately perverse?

I’ll let you know the consequence.”

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.

“You’ll be sorry for it if you hit me.” Emperor Beau Green suddenly said.

After a punch, Emperor Martial scowled at him and said, “What? I’ll be sorry for it?”

“Yes. I still save my vote for you.” 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.

“Who do you think you are to frighten me? My arms have been broken. What else do I care?” Emperor

Martial snapped.

Emperor Beau Green stiffened with shock. He took a deep breath. Never had he thought Maximilian

would be so cruel.

“Emperor Martial, believe me. I really didn’t know he is so formidable. Don’t worry. I’ll take the revenge

for you. I’ll beat the crap out of him and let him beg you for mercy.”

He pretended to take up the cudgel for Emperor Martial.

Emperor Martial used to be touched by it, but now he wouldn’t. 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, “Shame on you!”

Emperor Beau Green, covering his cheek with a hand, looked puzzled. He thought Emperor Martial

went too far, then he pretended to be innocent. “Emperor Martial, you can’t blame it all on me.”

“Or on who?” Emperor Martial sneered.

Emperor Beau Green didn’t 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 didn’t catch him. He had to swallow the grievance.

Emperor Beau Green looked grim. Taking a sigh, he wondered if he shouldn’t have offended

Maximilian. Perhaps he was wrong at the very first.

He swore in mind that he couldn’t 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.