"Old dog, hand over my sister!" Xu Luo sneered.
Wei Feng's power overshadowed the court; he had dominated its affairs for many years. When had anyone ever dared to speak to him like this? Not even Xu Luo's father, Grand General of National Guardian Xu Ji, would address him with such disrespect. Wei Feng was so enraged his face flushed crimson, then turned a dark purple, then a ghastly, ashen shade. With a sudden gag, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He swayed on his feet, pointing a trembling finger at Xu Luo, his body wracked with shivers. "You bastard! You bastard!" he stammered. "Who... Who took your sister? These are baseless slanders!"
"Xu Luo, silence!" From the Dragon Throne, the Emperor saw that Xu Luo was about to anger Wei Feng to death. He could not simply sit by and watch. He shot Xu Luo a fierce glare and said in a grave voice, "Do not go too far!"
