Chapter 410 The Approaching Storm

Ocantine was a Level Eight Immortal Stage prince with a mystic weapon, making him a terrifying force to be reckoned with.

He owned a business in Leyrudon and had plenty of influential people under him, so he was considered a big shot. Even so, he had always been required to contribute a vast amount of his wealth to the vampire headquarters.

That was a rule that had been in practice since forever.

With Solorel and Leahra in charge of the vampire headquarters, all of the princes obeyed that rule and didn't dare think otherwise.

After all, Leahra's existence alone was enough to scare everyone into absolute subordination.

With Leahra gone and the appointment of a new king now, however, the vampire princes started making plans to take over.

None of them wished to be subjugated for eternity. Having had their way out there for ages, all the princes wanted to become kings themselves.

The only way to prevent that was to have a king, who could vanquish all of the princes, step forward and assert his dominance.

Evidently, Jonathan was not up to the task.

The handsome man sitting next to Ocantine casually took a sip of his coffee.

He appeared to be in his mid-twenties and looked like a noble young prince in his white dress shirt.

Yet, Ocantine seemed to be somewhat cautious and on edge when being around the man.

Despite having a gentle, restrained look in his eyes, the young man exuded a strong sense of pride and arrogance.

At this moment, one of Ocantine's trusted aides, a fellow vampire named Neya, came in. Neya walked up to Ocantine and whispered into his ear, “There's trouble at the headquarters, Your Highness.”

Ocantine froze for a few seconds before saying, “Prince Anakin is no outsider, so go ahead and speak freely. What happened at the headquarters?”

Neya shot the man a conflicted look upon hearing that.

Wait a minute... Prince Anakin? As in, Anakin Langston?

Indeed, this young man was Titus' son, Anakin.

He had an insouciant look in his eyes and didn't seem bothered in the slightest.

Displeased with Neya's cowardly behavior, Ocantine rebuked, “Well? Go on!”

courage to speak. “I-It's about Prince

about my father?” The look in Anakin's eyes grew solemn when he

has slain Mr. Titus in front

trembled all over intensely at once.

Ocantine was just as

about something

kill my father? So help me, God, I'll rip you

the coffee table, shattering

as explosively, so nobody could

I ask

lives are going to be if he actually rules

well. See you,

then walked Anakin out of the castle,

the usual spot. I'm going to slaughter everyone in the Dietrich castle tonight!” Anakin ordered the driver

Anakin had left before telling Neya, “Call Prince Solorel right away and tell him that Anakin will be making his move

thought you've always disliked Prince Solorel,

celestial weapon alone is enough for him to overpower all of us princes.

why didn't you take action and defend the

without knowing who's siding with whom. Either way, this phone call will show Prince Solorel that we mean well. You

out his phone and

got

Solorel!” Ocantine greeted Solorel

the latter's face when he heard that. “Oh, Ocantine! It has been

inform you of something crucial, Solorel. As such, I

up. “Sure. Go

from the Lost

for three months? Our revered ancestor

found out that he has been privately contacting a few princes over the past three months. Also,

he plotted this long ago. Did he already

was in the Lost Ruins. That's probably why he was

his current cultivation

the peak of Level Nine Immortal Stage, but he has never been able to condense divine mana. Regardless, his physical body is ridiculously robust. I heard he has even obtained an incredibly mighty celestial weapon from

I won't let my guard down. Thanks for the warning,

left, so it's possible that he may take you down tonight. This is the reason I called you, Solorel. Please keep your eyes peeled and

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