Sangkun's pupils trembled violently, his amber eyes reflecting Sangze's arrogant face.
"Sang...ze! How can it be you? You were clearly... This is impossible!"
He subconsciously patted himself down. Shock instantly flooded his face—the beast bone he always kept on his person was gone!
The beastmen hardly saw Sangze move. All they felt was a cold, sinister wind brush past them, and by the time they looked again, Sangze was already standing before Sangkun.
Sangkun recoiled instinctively, terror flashing in his eyes.
"Did you miss me, Brother?"
Sangkun quickly composed himself, glaring coldly at Sangze.
"I don't care how you recovered. If I could break your beast bone once, I can do it again! Die!" Sangkun's hands suddenly morphed into sharp claws as he thrust them at Sangze.
Meanwhile, as Sangze arrived at the altar, the cubs—Qiao Lie and Qiao Ang—took advantage of the distraction to rush onto the platform and help Jin Ling down.
"Brothers, over here! I'm right here."
