Three days later, in a large hall in the Thunder Palace.
"Master, it's all because I'm useless. I deserve to die. Please punish me, master!"
Xue Chao knelt on the ground, his body trembling.
The recovery ability of a King was extremely terrifying. In three days, Xue Chao's injuries were almost completely healed. However, the side effects of the explosive Yuan pill weren't so easy to heal. His face was still pale and his breathing was unstable.
Beside Xue Chao stood Qiu changkong, who was as silent as a cicada in winter.
The master of thunder Palace sat at the very top. His face was extremely gloomy, and his body emitted waves of killing intent. you are indeed a piece of trash. You are a King, yet you lost to a half-step King. You have lost all face for your master!
Thunder Palace master's cold voice resounded. The killing intent from his body became even more intense, causing Xue Chao's body to tremble even more.