At this moment, the King's face was filled with an expression of ferocity, with traces of malice flickering in his eyes.
The King seemed like a completely different person from his usual calm and composed self; now, he resembled an enraged tiger, looking as if he could devour someone.
The Broken Cliff Residence in front of him was no secret among national protectors, but the people inside were the culmination of his twenty years of effort—twenty full years of effort.
Now, the entirety of his twenty years of effort turned into nothing; one can imagine the depth of the King's fury, and the intensity of his murderous intent.
The King's fists slowly clenched, causing his finger joints to emit crisp sounds.
The next moment, the King took a step towards the Broken Cliff Residence, gazing at the devastation around him, it seemed as if a knife had pierced his heart, causing him to weep uncontrollably—a heart still bleeding freshly.
