Chapter 767: The Rotting Head
warmed up a bit these past few days, the coldest time of winter wasn't when it snowed, but when the snow melted. The father and son stood with their hands tucked in their pockets at the front gate of...Chapter 767: The Rotting Head
The black box was opened to reveal a severely decayed skull inside!
This skull was completely covered in dark, congealed blood, resembling a pig's head that had been hacked to pieces. The wounds crisscrossed its surface, and the rotten flesh revealed tangled hair. Black blood clots formed patches on it, within which numerous white maggots writhed.
This scene, let alone those civil officials, even the generals who were accustomed to life and death felt a chill run down their spines.
Halley yelped in surprise, clutching the box tightly.
After the shock came a surge of fury. Hale roared, lifting his head to glare at Li Chen. "You dare to murder my prince! "
Li Chen remained expressionless and spat out two words: "Shut up."
Slap!
Bump bump!
Three slaps in a row.
That was three treasures, about to draw their bows, palms whipping against Halle's face with a crisp sound of 'pa pa'.
Although Sanzang was small and thin, in stark contrast to the burly Hāledài who resembled a brown bear, Hāledài's ferocity could never match Sanzang's strength.
Don't even think about resisting, Haler was so stunned that he didn't even have time to react before Sanbao slapped him three times hard across the face.
Haller, overcome with shame and rage, roared with a bloodshot gaze, raising his hand to seize Sanbao.
Sānbǎo let out a cold snort, not dodging or evading, and met him head-on with a counterattack.
Their palms met in mid-air with a clang like striking metal.
Haller let out a pained groan, taking two steps back. His palm hung limply at his side, clearly broken by Sanbao's attack. Fu Yuzhi reminded him.Zhang Biwu turned around, leaned close to Fu Yuzhi, and said, "Fu brother, we've known each other for decades, both knowing each other well. Now I ask you a question, tell me th...