The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

There was a look of doubt in Feng Daishan's eyes. He looked around in confusion, then looked at the little holy king sitting in the main seat in front of him.

The little Saint King looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in brocade clothes, with triangular eyes and a hooked nose. He exuded a cold aura and his eyes were full of viciousness.

He looked at Feng Daishan who came in and just glanced at him. Feng Daishan couldn't help but lower his head and didn't dare to look at him.

Feng Daishan swallowed what he wanted to say, and obediently found a place to stand, quietly looking at the people in front of him. At this time, people walked in one after another.

The number of people also increased from a dozen to nearly 30. They all stood still and waited for the Little Saint King sitting on the main seat to speak.

Luo Dingfang, who was next to the Little Saint King, was also sitting there, not saying a word.

He looked elegant, with a short beard and a fair complexion. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a pale-faced scholar, not at all like a man in his forties.

"Young Patriarch Luo, everyone is here now. Just say whatever you want to say!" The Little Saint King turned to look at Luo Dingfang and said calmly.

Luo Dingfang was obviously very pleased with the little Saint King's address as "Clan Leader Luo Shao", and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

However, he quickly calmed down and looked at the people in front of him and said, "Everyone, you should not have received a separate invitation from Chief Wangshu!"

"Or, you probably still don't know the significance of this conference to select a son-in-law. On the surface, this conference is to select a son-in-law, but in reality it is a conspiracy against the Fengnan tribe. They plan to unite the small tribes to form an anti-holy alliance and prepare to fight against the Holy King."

"This time, the Little Saint King asked you to come here because he hopes to use your power to disrupt the conference!"

"Everyone should know about the Fire Sacrifice Ceremony tomorrow night. We will start during the Fire Sacrifice Ceremony. After you go back, contact your subordinates and...kill those people during the Fire Sacrifice Ceremony!"

As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned, with surprise in their eyes.

They were surprised that they heard such a secret matter, and were also surprised at the cruelty of the little holy king and the adopted son of the Wangshu clan leader before them.

In order to get the position of the patriarch of the Wangshu tribe, this guy is willing to put the entire Wangshu tribe into an irretrievable situation.

The Wangshu tribe wanted to use the son-in-law selection conference to connect the various small tribes, but at the fire sacrifice ceremony before the conference, they killed the young clan leaders and young men from the participating tribes.

Once these people died in the Wangshu tribe, even if, on the surface, the Wangshu tribe did not do it, they would probably think that the Wangshu tribe used the name of the son-in-law selection conference to deceive and kill the young patriarchs and elites of their small tribes.

The Wangshu tribe will become the target of public criticism, and the unlucky ones will be the current tribe leader and the young tribe leader who will soon take over as the Wangshu tribe leader.

For the Little Saint King, as long as the Wangshu tribe was under the control of the man in front of him, the final result would of course be that they would become a knife in the hands of his Fengnan tribe.

"Everyone, do you understand? If you understand, then go down and prepare. Also, I hope you don't leak what happened today, otherwise, don't blame Lei for being ruthless!"

The Little Saint King glanced coldly at everyone present, his voice carrying a threat, and everyone responded respectfully after hearing his words.

Feng Daishan stood in the crowd, his face showing a cold and expectant look. He wanted the Little Saint King to save his face.

Unexpectedly, the Little Saint King was well prepared. At the fire sacrifice ceremony tomorrow night, he would be able to kill Qing Yucheng, Qing Lingxiu and Jiang Fuguang who beat him.

It’s just a pity to lose two beauties. If possible, he really wants to capture these two beauties, enjoy them well, and then kill them!

The group left the room where the Little Saint King was. At this time, the Little Saint King looked at Luo Dingfang opposite him, and said with a smile:

"Master Luo, I never thought you would be so scheming. You would use the medium-sized tribes to destroy the small tribes and then put the blame on the Wangshu tribe!"

At this point, his tone changed:

"Don't worry, after this is accomplished, I will definitely speak well of you in front of my father. As long as you take control of the Wangshu tribe and join us, I will ask my father to make you the Wangshu Heavenly King!"

Actually, he came to the Wangshu tribe for the purpose of choosing a son-in-law.

However, he did not expect that as soon as he arrived at the Wangshu tribe, he heard from Luo Dingfang that the Wangshu tribe held a son-in-law selection meeting just to unite those small tribes to fight against his father.

This made him angry and annoyed. It was too late to leave now and he couldn't stop this.

After all, even though he was from Fengnan, the leader of the eight major tribes, he only brought a hundred servants with him when he entered the Wangshu tribe. He could not accomplish anything with just these hundred people.

It was obvious that Luo Dingfang did not have many people available, but he did think of using the people from the participating medium-sized tribes.

Each medium-sized tribe brought more than fifty people, and nearly forty medium-sized tribes were dependent on their Fengnan tribe. The total number of people from the forty tribes reached nearly two thousand.

If so many people take action and kill people during the fire sacrifice ceremony, even if the Wangshu tribe reacts, it will be too late!

As long as they killed all the young masters and elites from the small tribes who attended the meeting, it would be impossible for the Wangshu tribe to contact those small tribes again.

For this, the Wangshu clan leader and the current Wangshu young master will be held accountable by everyone. If they want the Wangshu clan to be safe, they have to step down.

The Little Saint King was very satisfied. As long as Luo Dingfang came to power, even if there was no conference to select a son-in-law, his plan to bring the Wangshu tribe under his control would be successful.

Just after the Little Saint King had his conspiracy, people from four of the other six tribes met with the Little Saint King again.

They are the four major tribes that followed the uprising in the south, and of course they stand on the side of the Little Saint King.

As for the other two tribes, the people of Fengmu and Tianhua gathered together. The young masters of Fengmu and Tianhua looked at each other with strange expressions.

The young master of the Fengmu tribe appears to be in his twenties. He has a good-looking appearance and looks weak and gentle. Although he is called the young master, in fact, he is just the youngest son of the Fengmu tribe leader.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would never become the leader of the Fengmu clan in his lifetime.

Young Master Tianhua is about the same age as Young Master Fengmu, and is also the youngest son of the chief of the Tianhua tribe. They are both of suitable age to be chosen as sons-in-law, so they were sent here.

This time, when Young Master Wangshu was choosing a son-in-law, there were only more than seventy tribes, large, medium and small, who decided to participate in the event at the beginning. However, as the situation developed.

The number of tribes that came reached more than one hundred and fifty, except for nearly fifty medium-sized tribes, the remaining one hundred or so were all small tribes.

At this time, Fengmu and the young master of the Tianhua tribe gathered together because of the conspiracy between Fengnanbu and the other four tribes.

"Sixth brother, that little Saint King seems to want to cause trouble. Should we help him?" The young patriarch of the Tianhua tribe looked at the young patriarch of the Fengmu tribe and said.

"Seventh Brother, this is someone else's family affair, we shouldn't interfere! Isn't it better to just watch from the sidelines? No matter who wins or loses, isn't it the best thing for us?"

Young Master Fengmu looked at Young Master Tianhua, smiled slightly, and a playful look appeared on his face.