Wang's thick brows raised slightly, and with a sweeping motion of his large hand, he flipped over the table before him.
Clang! Clang!
The table and those bronze dining plates, fruits, and cakes tumbled down the steps.
"What are you babbling about?"
Wang roared, "Unpleasant to the ear!"
Actually, the sound of chanting had made Wang's severe headache subside to a dull ache, providing him with considerable relief. But Wang wanted more—to eat the man's heart, to rid himself of the headache once and for all.
"It's over!"
Tang Zhiqian and Xiao Li were shocked in their hearts.
Lin Baici was going to die; what were they going to do?
They couldn't possibly spend their whole lives as eunuchs in these Divine Ruins, could they?
"Damn it, will this not do?"
Wang Mingfu clenched his teeth, ready to fight to the death.
"Let's fight our way out!"
Guo Zheng was about to make a move.
"Kill Wang!"
