Princely Heir Chen's face was as pale as paper, uttering incoherent noises, unable to form words.
All eyes were unanimous, falling upon his hands.
On Princely Heir Chen's hands, there were clearly two wounds.
The blood on the wounds had just dried, unmistakably fresh, and the marks on the wounds matched exactly with those of the lobster's
"This brat's tongue is injured too! I know now, he is the fierce beast! No, the fierce beast is raised by him, that's not right either, the fierce beast is his Martial Soul."
Master Mo exclaimed loudly, pointing at Princely Heir Chen.
"Huang... Governor Huang... I..."
Princely Heir Chen stammered, wincing in pain as he spoke.
The wound on his tongue was indeed excruciating.
Thinking about the Combat Lobsters in the pond at the School Clinic, Princely Heir Chen was fully convinced by Xin Lin's words.
He had never seen such ferocious lobsters before; the marks left by their pincers were unbearably painful.
