The sound of his voice had not yet faded.
Crack!
A splash of fresh blood, a severed head rolled to the feet of a tall elder dressed in a purple four-clawed python robe.
The elder in the four-clawed python robe was none other than the renowned King of the Western Wasteland!
"My God, that's the young master's head!"
"The young master is dead!" Behind the King of the Western Wasteland, dozens of Western Wasteland warriors wore faces of shock.
"My son!" The King of the Western Wasteland's eyes showed disbelief, his hands trembling as he held the head from the ground, and in an instant, a towering rage erupted from him.
"Not good, it's the King of the Western Wasteland!"
"This old guy is here!"
"Trouble now!" Dao Kuang, Liu Kuangsheng, and others looked serious.
With both hands cradling the head, the King of the Western Wasteland struggled to suppress his rage and cursed, "My son, you had it coming. Didn't I tell you which money you could touch and which you couldn't?"
