Chapter 487: Peipei's Jealousy

"Tap! Tap! Tap!" In the silence of the room, only the footsteps of Rasul Dawson echoed as he walked slowly toward Zhu Lianshan. The Corpse Gate disciples didn't dare to even breathe loudly. Ten minutes earlier, they thought the golden-armored corpse, considered the pinnacle of the southwest, was lying decapitated on the ground. Without this sole trump card, who would dare face the wrath of the Lord of the Heavenly King Hall? "Thud!" Lianshan collapsed to his knees in desperation, clasped his hands...