"Fortunately, he turned me down back then, otherwise I would have another life on my conscience."
Now, he only hoped that Chen Ce could calmly secure forty chips and smoothly pass the trial.
But at this moment, a familiar figure suddenly reflected in Song Lichuan's pupils.
A bizarre mask, a protruding horned helmet, and a robe edged with gold.
"Chen... Ce?"
Through the glass dome of the Golden Hall, he could see the blurry figure of Chen Ce, only now he had a pair of gigantic black wings.
"Is this the hallucination people often talk about before they die?"
Song Lichuan thought somewhat self-deprecatingly, the bitterness at the corners of his mouth grew more intense.
But suddenly, he sensed something wrong.
The silver sword wielded by the baron halted in mid-air, while that once blurred figure became increasingly clearer!
In the next instant, accompanied by a deafening explosion, the entire glass dome of the Golden Hall shattered with a boom!
