"@￥%.....!"
The Tyrant King loudly recited the final prayer, then threw his head back and roared, his face revealing deep fanaticism and piety.
He interlaced his hands, fiercely scratching his chest with his fingers.
"RIP!"
The skin and flesh on his chest peeled back, and a large amount of thick blood flowed out.
Having done all this, the Tyrant King calmly rose, staring at Lu Yuan with an inexplicably triumphant expression, and sneered, "The great 'God of Martial Combat and Hunting' will unleash the spear of judgment to punish you, disrespecter of the Martial Rites! You, wait for death!"
"Oh, is that so?"
Lu Yuan squinted and looked up at the giant black goat statue above his head. He could clearly feel the rise and convergence of the mysterious will contained within it.
But the strange thing was, this will didn't bring him any hostility. Instead, it brought deeper scrutiny, acceptance, and...appreciation?
Even Lu Yuan found this feeling somewhat incredible.
