บท 927: A Realm Of Divine

"Huh?"

"What is he talking about?"

"Is he cursing his brother to die?"

"Weren't they close? Is it all an act?"

"What a vicious younger brother! He's jealous of his elder brother's talent!"

The King clenched his fists and the entire capital felt a heaviness in the air. Glancing at a one-armed guard, he said. "It seems Prince Shak's illness is more serious than we thought. Take 'good care' of him."

The one-armed guard, reputed as a maniacal torturer, nodded with a big smile. He never tortured any royal and decided to exploit this opportunity to the fullest.

Prince Shak's body shook as he realized his fate. But looking at his brother's bewildered face, he gathered all the air in his lungs and yelled. "Brother, please listen to me! You can ask any psychics to test if I'm lying. I beg you!"

Prince Sohan bit his lip and was about to step forward.