The First Tyrant of Daxia

Kelson was now completely confused, with cold sweat constantly oozing from his forehead.

He was originally very angry, but now he dared not show any temper at all.

Because the person in front of him is the only ruler of this area, Qin Yun, the emperor of the great summer!

Qin Yun is no pushover, he is definitely a killer!

So many nobles were killed at that time. If he had not hesitated and not joined them in resisting the riot, he would definitely be dead now.

The people around were stunned.

They heard Kelsen's voice.

The person in front of me is actually Qin Yun, the prince of the great summer? !

"See Your Majesty!"

Kelson's legs went weak, his aura suddenly disappeared, and he knelt on the ground.

The people around also knelt on the ground.

At the same time, he looked at Qin Yun with great curiosity.

"So he is the Emperor of Daxia, so young?!"

"I was wondering why this person looked so familiar, it turns out to be the Emperor of Daxia!"

"I thought the Emperor of Daxia was an old man, but I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome!"

But they soon realized a problem. The person in front of them was the Emperor of Daxia, the current ruler of Britain. Kelsen came here with great momentum and wanted to cause trouble for him. Isn't this just shooting himself in the foot?

Qin Yun's face was cold, and his expression was intimidating without anger: "Kelson, do you have something to ask me?"

"No...it's okay..."

At this moment, Kelson was no longer thinking about revenge for his son, but how to survive in front of Qin Yun.

If Fan Deliu had not been dead, Kelson would have wanted to capture him and beat him half to death. Why did he have to mess with Qin Yun when there were so many people to mess with?

Isn’t this seeking death?

But now Fan Deliu is dead, and he has to take the blame.

"You're okay..."

Qin Yun looked at Kelson coldly with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, "But I have something to ask you now!"

"Your son Fan Deliu has been bullying the people and committing fraud everywhere. Did you know about this?"

Kelson's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He quickly explained, "Your Majesty, Fan Deliu is my son. I really don't know that he was cheating others in the market."

"But as Fan Deliu's father, I failed to discipline him. This is my fault. Your Majesty, please punish me!"

It seemed that he was asking for punishment, but in fact, Kelsen cunningly shifted the focus of the matter to his own lax discipline.

It's just because he didn't discipline him properly, there's no reason for Qin Yun to kill him, right?

Kelsen was indeed a cunning old man, but he really underestimated Qin Yun.

Qin Yun saw through his thoughts at a glance and said calmly, "Fan Deliu oppressed the people, dominated the market, and forced people to buy and sell. He deserves to die. As a father, you did not teach him well, causing him to go astray, so you should also bear part of the responsibility."

"but……"

Qin Yun slowly stood up from the stool and walked to Kelson in a pacing posture.

Seeing this, Kelson lowered his head even lower, not daring to look up at Qin Yun.

Qin Yun was looking down from above with unparalleled aura. His strong kingly majesty made the people around him feel a little breathless, not to mention Kelson who was the first to bear the brunt of it.

Kelson wanted to die at this moment. If he had known earlier, he would not be so arrogant.

He could not have imagined that Qin Yun, an emperor who was high above everyone else and ruled over all directions, would appear in such a small market and be so low-key...

And now, Qin Yun's word "but" has made his heart hang in his throat, because he knows that the previous words are just foreshadowing, and Qin Yun's next words are the highlight.

Qin Yun looked at the man who was almost crawling at his feet, and his anger gradually surged: "What is the content of the armor restriction order I issued? Tell me, Lord Kelson!"

Kelson's defenses were immediately destroyed. Tears came pouring out like a dam being breached. Then he hugged Qin Yun's legs and cried bitterly, "Your Majesty, I know I was wrong! Please spare my life!"

Qin Yun's face was grim, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The armor restriction order I issued explicitly prohibits everyone from having more than one thousand private soldiers. Look at how many people you have under your command? Do you know how to count? Do you need me to help you count?"

Kelsen felt so miserable!

In fact, many nobles in the British region still maintained their own private soldiers after knowing Qin Yun’s armor limit order, but these were previously displayed in the open, but now they are hidden.

Although Qin Yun ruled the Great Britain region, everyone knew that he would never care as much about Great Britain as he did about Daxia. His rule was only temporary, and he would soon continue to conquer other places.

As long as everyone keeps their mouths shut, just pretend nothing happened.

But this time, Kelsen really failed.

He heard that the person who killed his son was a master, so just in case, he rushed over with half of his family soldiers.

But who could have thought that the person who killed his son was Qin Yun!

This is really bad luck.

"Your Majesty, you misunderstood. These private soldiers are actually my relatives." Kelson had to change his words, "In order to avenge my son, I had to get all my relatives to help."

Qin Yun: “?”

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

Qin Yun gritted his teeth in anger and kicked him away.

Kelsen rolled on the ground like a ball, looking extremely miserable.

The people watching around couldn't help but burst into laughter.

This Earl, who was once so powerful and arrogant in the eyes of the people, was like a ball in front of Qin Yun. He was manipulated at will, which was extremely funny.

Kelson finally recovered and crawled over again, hugging Qin Yun's thigh and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I really know I was wrong! I will order these private soldiers to disperse immediately, leaving no one behind! I will never dare to do it again!"

Qin Yun looked at him coldly, his voice indifferent: "I have clearly told you about the armor restriction order I issued. I gave you a chance. You don't know how to cherish it, and I can't do anything about it."

Kelson hurriedly hugged Qin Yun's legs and cried: "Your Majesty, I really know I was wrong. Please let me go this time. I can atone for my sins!"

"Expiate your sins with merits?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows and asked calmly, "How do you expiate your sins with merits?"

Kelson quickly got up and whispered in Qin Yun's ear: "Your Majesty, I can tell you that the number of private soldiers those people have raised exceeds your limit."

After hearing Kelson's words, Qin Yun's expression became even more gloomy.

It seems that Kelsen is not an isolated case, but many British aristocrats are pretending to obey but actually disobeying it!

"They are seeking death!"

Qin Yun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes grim.