Chapter 271: King Shelton's Illness-Who Said It Had No Cure?

Time seemed to freeze in that instant. All the buzzing chatter from before, the unrestrained mockery and jeers, were cut off as if an invisible giant hand had clamped around everyone's throat. He really died. Diego Santee actually got it right? How was this a madman? He was a freak. A monster. A living immortal. Christian Lyson felt as if a thunderbolt had struck him from the clear sky. He had been right? Then all his earlier ranting and jumping around became the stupidest joke in the world. He...