Three days later, in the Thunder Hall, within a grand hall.
"Master, it's all because I'm useless. I deserve death. I beg for your punishment!"
Chase Shepherd knelt on the ground, his body trembling unceasingly.
The recovery ability of a King is terrifyingly powerful. In three days, Chase's injuries had mostly healed, but the side effects of the Blast Essence Pill weren't so easy to recover from. His face remained pale, and his breath was unstable.
Standing next to Chase was Connor Adler, who at this moment seemed as silent as a cicada in winter.
The Master of the Thunder Hall sat at the highest seat, his face extremely gloomy, exuding a murderous aura that was terrifyingly sinister. "You truly are a waste, a dignified King, yet defeated by a Half-step King, shaming me completely!"
The cold voice of the Master of the Thunder Hall rang out, and the murderous aura around him became even thicker, causing Chase to tremble even more violently.
