"Impossible!" King Beirut suddenly stood up, slamming his hands on the long table, glaring at Lianhua fiercely, "That bastard, I killed him with my own hands!"
To prevent the prophecy from coming true, he could only feel at ease by doing it himself.
Beirut was extremely suspicious and would never entrust such an important matter to others. Even his close confidants were not wholly trusted.
After watching that bastard take his last breath, he ordered him to be chopped into mincemeat and thrown into the wild to feed the wolves.
Not even bones were left, how could he still be alive?!
"Has Your Majesty Beirut ever thought that since you've killed that child, why hasn't the prophecy been retracted by the Cangyuan Great Priest?" Lianhua's expression remained unchanged, her tone calm, "Since the prophecy hasn't been taken back, it will certainly come true."
"Bang!"
Beirut punched the long table.
With the sound of "crack, crack," the long table shattered in response.
