Behind the lead glass, Lü Fang's pupils suddenly constricted, as if pierced viciously by an ice pick.
The fanaticism, expectation, and tension on his face froze for a fraction of a second, then shattered into pieces.
That faint wail of a cry was still continuing. To his ears at this moment, it sounded more piercing than any gunshot, like countless needles piercing through his four-hundred-year obsession, piercing through his meticulously plotted game of chess, and piercing through the illusion of the "Your Majesty's reincarnation" that he worshipped as a god.
Chapter 330