Showing Off Felt Good for a Moment, but Getting Slapped in the Face Meant a Cremation Ground

"Professor Cao asked me to send his regards to you, Lord Liang."

An arm pierced through Liang Can's chest. By the time everyone reacted, they realized that an unfamiliar man had made the move.

He was still clutching a beating heart in his hand. Even the Grand President, the strongest person present, had failed to see what had happened.

Liang Can turned his head around with difficulty. He recognized who had attacked him.

It was Zheng Zhu, the one known as Lucky Kid.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out, as though his lifeline had been severed.

Logically speaking, as a Type Seven God Chosen, even having his heart torn out should not have killed him, much less left him in this state.

Yet the truth was that he was actually on the verge of death because of it.

The Grand President noticed this as well and immediately prepared to act.

"Grand President, please remain calm. If my hand slips and I crush Lord Liang's heart, then he will surely die." As Zheng Zhu spoke, the hand gripping Liang Can's heart tightened by another measure.

The indentations caused by his tightening grip were clearly visible on the beating heart.

This made the Grand President not dare take another step.

Something was wrong with Liang Can's condition. One careless move could truly kill him.

The Grand President knew exactly what consequences Liang Can's death here would bring.

The most immediate one would be the dissatisfaction of the God Chosen.

If he claimed that Zheng Zhu had done it, words that sounded like nothing more than making a scapegoat take the blame, there was absolutely no way he could placate the God Chosen.

Even if it was the truth, it would still trigger a mutiny among