Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 575

At that moment, the sound of roaring cars filled the air, as seven or eight off-road vehicles parked arrogantly at the mausoleum in the western suburbs. The dazzling incandescent lights momentarily blinded the eyes.

Around 40 to 50 people emerged from the vehicles with an aggressive demeanor. Their arms bore wolf head tattoos, while they wielded machetes, steel rods, and even shotguns. They exuded an air of arrogance.

A man in his forties, dressed in a suit and leather shoes but radiating a bandit-like aura, was the first to jump out of the car. He bellowed with arrogance, "You bastard! You killed my son and dared to ask me to collect the body? I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Finally, I've found you!"

This man was Hu Tianba, Hu Jie's father and the second-in-command of the Sirius Society.

When he received a call from Yang Jingyu asking him to retrieve his son's body, he rushed without hesitation to the mausoleum in the western suburbs. However, all that awaited him was Hu Jie's lifeless body.

Enraged, Hu Tianba summoned all the members of his gang to lay an ambush. Upon seeing Chu Tianxiong arriving to pay respects to Ye Qingrou, he naturally assumed him to be the killer.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness and scarlet rage, a result of the pain of loss. "Today, I'll shower you two bastards with bullets, dig up this bitch's corpse and grind it to dust."

Weng Bo's gaze turned icy, taking a step forward to stand in front of Chu Tianxiong. He spoke coldly, "You better know who you're talking to."

"I don't care who you are. Are there people in Yanjing City that our Sirius Club can't handle? Are there people I can't handle?" Hu Tianba, consumed by anger, picked up a long rifle and cursed as he roared, "You took my son's life, and now I will take yours!"

"Sirius Club, what an imposing presence," murmured Chu Tianxiong calmly. Slowly turning around, hands clasped behind his back, his face defined by sharp features, he remained composed and serene as he regarded Hu Tianba and his comrades.

With just a brief glance, Hu Tianba and the others felt a chill run down their spines, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them.

Chu Tianxiong raised his head, revealing the vivid depiction of a purple dragon with fierce teeth and claws embroidered on his chest. The dragon's claws and body were clearly visible, spanning the entire python robe, emanating a sense of majesty and power.

"This is... the Dragon Robe?"

Hu Tianba felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face pale with fear.

According to the laws of Donghua, the dragon robe is the rightful attire of the royal family. Making a copy of it was a crime punishable by the destruction of nine generations. In the entire world, only two individuals are qualified to wear the dragon robe.

The five-clawed golden dragon of Prince Hua from the Imperial Capital.

And the Dragon Robe of Chu Tianxiong, the sworn brother of the former emperor, the king of Yenching!

"Chu... Lord Chu?!"

Hu Tianba and the others immediately fell to their knees, prostrating on the ground in fear and trembling.

"We were ignorant of Your Majesty's arrival and spoke recklessly. We deserve to die…"

At this point, he disregarded the grudge between the second-in-command of the Sirius Club and his son's murderer. The only thing that mattered was saving his own life.

Chu Tianxiong, unaffected by the chaos around him, calmly walked over and took a seat in the car. With a casual tone, he issued a command, "Kill them all, leave no one alive."

"Next, investigate the Lu family thoroughly. Find out who offended Qingrou and disturbed her peace."

"Identify the people behind it, regardless of their background, and punish their entire lineage."

Weng Bo nodded respectfully, clearly understanding the task at hand.

"The Zhu... the Zhu Jiu Clan?"

Hu Tianba had long lost his wits. He had rushed here through a hail of weapons, but now his legs trembled in fear, and he involuntarily wet himself, pleading, "Forgive me, forgive me, my lord."

Weng Bo approached with an expression of indifference, but his sword gleamed with a cold light, shimmering relentlessly.

And so, one by one, heads began to fall, dropping to the ground like melons.