Rebirth of the Prime Dragon Master novel Chapter 686

"Maybe he's tired of living! Hurry up and drag him away already. How dare he block Prefect Liu's way?" the butler ordered with a domineering attitude. However, his forceful words didn't seem to do much, as nobody moved from their positions.

His face reddened in anger and embarrassment when, as he was about to shout more orders, he was interrupted by a condescending voice. "Such a shameless man who cares for nothing but his hide doesn't deserve to be called the prefect. He's no better than an animal."

All heads swiveled towards the direction of the voice. It was none other than Rocky, who finally caught up with them from behind.

Meanwhile, the butler was taken aback by his rudeness. He spluttered with his mouth agape in embarrassment, "How dare you speak so brazenly against the prefect! I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

Several self-righteous spirit manipulators immediately rushed forward at his words, ready to teach Rocky a lesson and incensed that Rocky was not acting according to his station. To them, he was nothing but a ruffian, lower than trash, and should act as such.

The scene devolved into chaos, as Rocky was engulfed by more and more spirit manipulators until he was overwhelmed. Screams echoed from inside the circle of manipulators, and some vivid lights flashed inside, but they couldn't see enough to be sure what was going on.

"Such an idiot! Now, he's getting the lesson he deserves!" The butler smiled and leaned back with great satisfaction, and he looked very much like a cat that got the cream.

Suddenly, the guards inside the circle retreated backward, fluttering like panicked birds. He straightened in confusion and strained his neck to look at what was happening. Lo and behold, it was Rocky who was supposed to be getting a beating, and he was standing confidently and without any visible injuries. Instead, it was his spirit manipulators who were scattered on the ground, black and blue with blood all over their bodies.

He turned pale as a sheet, especially when Rocky started walking towards the carriage. His head swiveled side to side, looking for back-up.

"What are you standing around for? Stop him!" the butler hurriedly called.

However, none of the guards dared to move. They stared, ashen-faced, at the broken bodies of their comrades that Rocky had easily thrown aside. Besides, even if they wanted to, their feet refused to move in fear as if their shoes had been laced in lead and steel.

By then, Rocky had reached the carriage and was standing right in front of it. He faced the carter who had been cowering at a corner and snarled, "Get off!"

Rocky hadn't even finished shouting when the carter hurriedly got off the carriage like bees were chasing behind him.

"Hey, aren't you done yet?" The prefect's voice echoed from inside, impatient and unaware that he was in trouble. When no one answered, he peeked through the curtain to check.

As quiet as a mouse, Rocky waved his hand and formed a fireball with his Evil Flame that shot towards the carriage.

It hit the carriage with a deafening bang, shattering it into pieces.

"Aaah!" the prefect screamed. His fat body was blown outside with so much force, that it rolled over and over until it came to a stop right in front of Rocky. "Damn it! What the hell is going on?" he cursed and muttered, as he tried to stand up with shaky legs. He still had no idea what was going on, as he hadn't even seen anything before everything had been blown apart. And now, as he was about to look up from tidying his clothes, he was suddenly manhandled by a stranger.

"Who the hell are you? Where are my guards? Butler, help me! Kill him!" the prefect called out desperately, ashen-faced and knees knocking together violently. Rocky held him aloft, as he struggled like a child, unable to get down.

To his great disappointment, his loyal butler was nowhere to be found. Several guards were standing around them, but at their state, it would be a fool's errand to make them do anything.

"Are you the one who ordered them to abandon the city?" Rocky asked as he stared at the prefect intently.

"So what if I did? It's none of your business! Who are you anyway? I don't remember doing anything bad to you... Are you from the Holy Sea Empire? Have you come to assassinate me?" the prefect asked in succession. It was a miracle that he could talk, as he felt like he had swallowed his tongue in fear of Rocky.

Meanwhile, Rocky sneered at his cowardly reaction. He strode toward the crowd of people gathered around them with the prefect dangling in his hand. As he came closer, he threw the fat prefect onto the ground, who rolled forward like a pitiful ball. The crowd looked down at him in shock, but nobody dared to help him.