Chapter 1210 Mirrored Cultivation

• Ethan shoved forward, fury crackling in every syllable. "The h*ll did you just say? You claim Mr. Finnegan stabbed the Divine Sovereign? That you're here to cuff him like a criminal? What's rattling inside your skulls—rocks or manure?"
• The four men behind Zeke bristled, leather gloves creaking as fists tightened, anger rising off them like heat from smoldering coal.
• "Enough of your belligerence," Zeke snapped. "His Majesty is still on an operating table. Do you think I would joke about something like that?"