Darron's plan was simple. Abandon the city. Run as far as possible.
At the peak of the Ultimate Supreme realm, he could find some remote corner of the world, make himself comfortable, and rule whatever backwater would have him.
Better than being dead.
"Darron, you defect right before the battle! Are you courting death?!"
"Your current actions make you an absolute traitor! Your family, the entire City Lord's Mansion, and even all of Flying Snow City might end up buried with you!"
Erna's voice cracked with fury.
Watching this spineless coward surrender and slander the Moonfall Clan in the same breath pushed her past restraint.
The killing intent in her eyes had nowhere to go.
The golden chains bit into her wrists and held her there, useless, while Darron sold them both out with his tongue.
If those chains weren't there, she would have gutted him already.
"Only begging for mercy now?" Ethan smiled, cold and thin.
"Too late."
