The banquet hall fell deathly silent.
Everyone stood rooted to the spot like puppets, as though they could not believe what they had just witnessed.
"Lulana! Lulana! Get a doctor, now!"
King Solomon's roar finally jolted the servants into action. They scattered in every direction, while he clutched his wife, stared into her wide-open eyes, and broke down sobbing.
A short while later, an old man arrived. He approached the victim, reached out to examine her, then bowed his head.
"I'm sorry, my king. Her soul has already departed."
"No-!"
At the old man's reply, King Solomon roared in fury. A violent blast of air erupted from his body, sending everyone around him flying!
Holy shit!
Li Wei ducked behind a pillar, dumbstruck by the sight.
Am I sure I'm not watching some cultivation fantasy show? Now we've even got battle aura turning into horses!
"Who did it!"
King Solomon rose to his feet. The smile had vanished from his face, and his bloodshot eyes blazed with fury as he glared savagely at the crowd.
"Who killed my wife! Who did this!"
None of the guests could find a word to say in the face of his roaring anger, and King Solomon only grew more furious.
"Very well. You refuse to speak? That's fine. I know what you're thinking! You damned bastards... I've shown you more than enough mercy, and now you dare do this to my wife!"
Radiant light swirled around King Solomon. At the sight, many people dropped to their knees.
"My king, please calm your anger!"
"My king, we truly had nothing to do with this!"
"It must have been Arthur! He poisoned the wine. That has to be it!"
"Arthur..."
At those words, the power swirling around King Solomon seemed to subside a little. He turned