"The fat guy in your hand is the emperor?"
Hearing Pu Du Ci Hang say he had a chance to become a dragon, Hao Shuai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he notice the fat man in Pu Du Ci Hang's hand.
Wasn't this emperor absurdly fat? Could he even walk?
Had this guy Pu Du Ci Hang force-fed the emperor until he'd gotten this fat just so he could have a few extra meals?
"Let go of His Majesty!" 2
Prompted by Hao Shuai, Fu Tianchou and Commander Zuo, the two men who had seen the emperor before, finally recognized that the man whose facial features were nearly lost in all that fat was the current emperor.
"Ke-ke-ke! I've waited so long for this day. How could I possibly let him go?" Amid Pu Du Ci Hang's sinister laughter, the emperor's flesh and blood went straight into his gaping mouth.
"Kill!!!"
The sight before him was the final straw for Commander Zuo. With a roar, he gripped a saber in each hand, clenched another between his teeth, and charged furiously at Pu Du Ci Hang.
Bang!
Unfortunately, the difference in their strength was far too great. Pu Du Ci Hang sent Commander Zuo flying back with nothing more than a glance. Hao Shuai—the only person present who could stop him—watched with an expression of concern (excitement), eagerly awaiting Pu Du Ci Hang's performance.
Hum~ Hum~~
As the emperor's flesh and blood were digested, a surge of True Dragon Qi emanated from within Pu Du Ci Hang. Countless strands of fortune flowed into him like rivers returning to the sea.
Pu Du Ci Hang looked delighted as his body began to undergo a terrifying transformation. A sharp, black-and-red spike burst through the skin on his face, followed