Chapter 767: The Rotting Head

ood official who works for the people, but in the officialdom, they say he is an executioner, that...that he was sent by Your Highness to kill people specifically."Li Chen heard this and let out a col...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. felt as if every cell in his body was bursting with happiness.The others looked at each other in dismay, their faces filled with regret.They would just love to have dozens more cups, so they could sh...

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