The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)

Everyone looked in the direction of the old man who spoke. The old man had a ruddy and youthful face. He looked very energetic.

Tyson frowned as a chill flashed in the corner of his eyes. He said, "Holt Woods, this is Northwest Mystic City. It's my territory, not your Heavenly Court! I don't need your permission to make a decision!" The old man in a suit laughed and said, "Tyson, do you think you can stop Heavenly Court if we really want to interfere? Even if the Imperial Preceptor were here today, he wouldn't dare to question my actions, let alone you!"

Bang!

Tyson smacked the table and suddenly exploded with a strong aura no less than a half step to the other shore, which swept over the other party. He said coldly, "Presumptuous! How dare you belittle the Imperial Preceptor in our country? You have crossed the line!"

Boom!

This angry shout frightened everyone so much that they glanced at each other!

It was like the sound of thunder. However, Holt Woods was not to be outdone. He just snorted coldly, and a terrifying aura also surged from his body, fighting against Tyson. For a while, two turbulent forces in the hall confronted each other like ocean waves.

Holt shouted angrily, "Hmph, Tyson, do you want to fight me? Aren't you afraid that Mystic City will be destroyed tonight?"

Tyson snorted coldly and said, "As long as you dare to cross the line, even if Mystic City is destroyed, I'll kill you right here!"

With that said, the atmosphere in the hall became more intriguing!

Holt scowled and shouted, "You!"

"B*stard!" Tyson smacked the table, stood up, and glared at Holt.

Everyone in the hall trembled. These were two unpredictable powerhouses. If they really fought, the whole Mystic City could be destroyed.

At this moment, Claus Motley stood up and said, "Gentlemen, calm down. Everyone has seen the secret treasure of the ancient sage. Only the worthy deserve to own it. Young Patriarch Clarke has given everyone the opportunity to take it, but no one could do it. In that case, the secret treasure will naturally belong to Young Patriarch Clarke."

Holt looked at Claus coldly and said, "Dragon King Motley, although you're a dragon king of Mystic City, you have no right to tell me what to do."

Hearing this, Claus raised his eyebrows as the corners of his eyes flashed with chills. He straightened his body and said with a smile, "Are you saying that you want to take it by force?"

"Hahaha!" Holt laughed and said, "Claus, are you threatening me? I'm the younger brother of a Great Heavenly King in Heavenly Court. In terms of identity and strength, you have to bow to me in respect!"

"Oh, really?" Claus sneered and said, "You may have forgotten that this is Mystic City in our country, not the backyard of your Heavenly Court. Even if you want to establish your authority here, I'm afraid it won' work."

Holt scowled upon hearing that and said, "What do you mean by that?"

With that said...

Thud, thud, thud!

Suddenly, a group of soldiers in black armor rushed in from the hall entrance. They had a symbol of a golden dragon on their chests.

After this group of people broke in, the middle-aged man in the lead said coldly, "Dragon King Motley is carrying out my master's order!"

In an instant, this group of people surrounded the hall. They were armed with guns and ready to fight.

Holt's face darkened as he looked at this group of people and the middle-aged man.

The other party looked at him coldly and said, "Holt Woods, my master has a message for you. Heavenly Court is nothing. Don't be too arrogant!"