Free Web NovelChapter 126: Chapter 126: War Between Father and Son
His aide and the other trusted guards stepped forward, their hands moving toward their weapons as if ready to subdue Han Soi on the spot.
The temple servants nearby immediately bowed their heads and shut their mouths.
They knew who they were dealing with.
This man was the Master of the Winged Serpent Clan, a legendary warrior whose status was only slightly below the Emperors of the four great empires.
He was a power that even princes feared to offend.
But Han Soi didn’t flinch.
He let out a harsh, mocking scoff.
"Are you really saying this to me? You were the one who tried to set the clan against her. You made sure her life was a struggle."
"Do you honestly believe you left a good impression? I’m telling you now...she will never return to the Winged Serpent Clan, and neither will my son."
Han Soi bit his tongue in agitation, his heart racing.
He remembered the suffering Yue Yue had endured because of his family’s coldness.
That clan was a hellhole of power struggles and cruelty.
He had sacrificed everything to get away from that place; there was no way he would let his child be sucked into that same darkness.
He knew Yue Yue would understand.
In this world, the female’s word was law when it came to her cubs.
No clan, no matter how powerful, could snatch a child away if the mother said no.
Han Qiaone’s eyes turned bloodshot with rage.
The provocation was too much for his pride to handle.
Without a word of warning, he swung his hand.
SLAP!
The sound was like a whip cracking against stone.
The force of the blow was so immense that Han Soi’s head snapped to the side, his skull rattling from the impact.
Even though they were both SSS-rank beastmen, the gap in their power was vast.
Han Qiaone was a veteran of a thousand polluted-zone hunts, a man who had ruled through blood and iron for decades.
Han Soi stumbled, a trail of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t fall.
"You ungrateful brat," Han Qiaone hissed, looming over him like a demonic shadow.
"I am the Master of the Clan. I don’t care about your ’feelings’ or hers. That child carries the blood of the Winged Serpent. He belongs to the clan, and he will be the next Master."
"If I have to drag her there to make sure he is raised correctly, I will do it. Don’t think for a second that your little ’authority’ can stop me."
Han Soi spat the blood onto the dirt, his eyes burning with a hatred that made the guards hesitate.
"Try it, Father. Try to touch her or the egg. You’ll find out that I’m much more like you than you think...I’ll burn the entire clan to the ground before I let you turn my son into a monster like yourself."
The tension was at a breaking point, the air thick with the killing intent of two SSS-rank monsters clashing at the temple gates.
"And how dare you even think that you could use this kind of word for my female? Don’t forget she is now the treasure of not only the Land Empire but also all three other empires."
"You can’t touch even a strand of her hair."
Han Qiaone’s face twisted into such a violent grimace that even his mustache trembled with rage.
He stared at his son, his chest heaving.
In that moment, he truly felt the urge to kill this "useless" child.
He had always been conflicted about Han Soi.
On one hand, he was his proudest achievement...a natural talent, a fierce warrior, and a man who had reached SSS rank with ease.
But on the other hand, Han Soi possessed a fire in his heart that could not be tamed.
His son’s constant will to disobey him was his greatest disappointment.
Now, after finally producing a grandchild to secure the clan’s future, the boy dared to refuse the child’s birthright.
Han Qiaone felt his blood pressure spike.
The urge to beat Han Soi until he learned the meaning of obedience was nearly overwhelming.
If this were the Winged Serpent Clan’s territory, he would have dragged his son to the training grounds and given him the harshest punishment.
But he forced himself to stop. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
He realized the world had changed.
His son was no longer just a boy under his thumb; he was a grown man and a Duke of the Land Empire.
Attacking him further in public wouldn’t just ruin Han Soi’s reputation...it would bring shame to the entire Winged Serpent name and potentially spark a political disaster with the Empire.
With a final, murderous glare, Han Qiaone pulled his hand back.
He didn’t say another word.
He turned his back on his bleeding son and began to walk away, his heavy boots thumping against the temple stone.
The temple servants, who had been holding their breath, hurried forward to guide the volatile Master toward the guest house.
They moved with extreme caution, fearing that a single wrong word would cause the old man to explode again.
"Follow them," Han Qiaone barked at Zhao Tianyuan, gesturing to the guards.
"We will rest for now. But make no mistake...I will see my grandson. Whether that disobedient brat helps me or not is irrelevant."
He wasn’t going to let Han Soi’s defiance stop him. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
He was a master of strategy and power; he could always find a way to get what he wanted.
If he couldn’t go through the father, he would find another way to reach the mother or the egg itself.
And he would take the heir of the Winged Serpent clan back to the estate.
Han Soi stood alone in the courtyard, wiping the blood from his chin, watching his father’s retreating back with a cold, hollow gaze.
He knew this was only the beginning of the war between him and his father, and he also knew nothing would stop him or his father from getting what they want.
