Hail the King

It seemed like this man was already immune to pain. He let the vicious executioner scrap his shoulder bone, but he didn’t let out any groans or screams. At the same time, terrifying glints flashed in his dim and tired eyes.

“Do you know what I hate about you the most? It is this damn expression. It seems like you are the executioner while I’m the captive. Therefore, I will torture you even more! After all, this is the order from Emperor Chrystal. Hehe, as long as I don’t kill you… Ahahaha!” The executioner suddenly stabbed the dagger into Granello’s shoulder bone and laughed wildly.

“Wuuu!”

Granello finally let out a deep groan. The intense pain far surpassed his pain tolerance.

Just as Granello was about to faint and pass out, his eyes suddenly widened as he saw a figure who wasn’t supposed to appear here.

Granello wasn’t sure when this figure appeared, but this man was looking at him with an apologetic expression.

“Wuwu! Wu!” Granello started to struggle intensely.

A trail of clear tears floated out of his only intact eye uncontrollably.

“Hahaha! What? You are finally scared? It is too late! Hahaha! Even if you kowtow in front of me, I won’t let you slide! Oh, I forgot. You don’t even have legs right now. How can you kneel?” Seeing Granello finally reacting differently, the executioner laughed and was quite proud of himself.

However, this man soon discovered that something was off, and he suddenly turned around.

The executioner was shocked to find that a young man in white stood behind him! He had no idea when this man appeared.

“You are…” this executioner said a few words before stopping. He suddenly realized that the warriors of Barcelona and puppet Zenit in the tunnels and the dungeon all died, and their corpses lay on the ground.

“How did they die? They didn’t make any noise! This young man’s strength is terrifying!”

The executioner wanted to say something, but he was terrified to find that he couldn’t open his mouth or move his body. It seemed like time had frozen around him.

The young man in white slowly walked to Granello and said, “Sorry I’m late!”

“Wuuuu…”

Although half of Granello’s tongue was cut off, and he was intensely tortured for more than 30 days, this man seemed to be made of iron and never begged for mercy.

However, at this moment, this man’s body shivered violently, and his emotions were venting. He let out a series of roars and cries.

Fei waved his arm, and the steel chains that tied around Granello all broke. Then, a streak of golden energy engulfed Granello’s body and helped him slowly descend to the ground.

Then, the king raised his hand, and a streak of warm godly power slowly flowed out and injected into Granello’s body.

The executioner who was imprisoned on the side was shocked, and his eyes opened wide as he observed the miracle happening right in front of him.

As that streak of golden flames entered Granello’s body, his ears, pierced eye, severed limbs, and all other injuries started to recover at a visible speed. Strips of flesh regrew out of nowhere, and they extended out of the wounds and formed bones, muscles, and skin…

“How is this possible? Even supreme masters can’t make others’ body regrow! Could it be… this young man in white… is a god?” This thought flashed in the executioner’s mind, and he was shocked to his core.