Where Did That Stupid Wolf Come From?

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The broken pieces of the God-Slaying Sabre rubbed together as Whitey slowly digested it. 

Hearing those sounds, coupled with how Whitey had devoured it, Golden Sabre gawked as his jaw dropped. 

Around them, many people stood dumbfounded as well. Even the half-dying Luo Danqing couldn't help but open his eyes wide, his face looking as though he was seeing a spooky ghost. 

It… was the God-Slaying Sabre. The Royal Gardens Holy Grounds' God-Slaying Sabre!

It was incomparably sharp and tough. It could break metal and burst stone. It was superb and intimidating! 

However, at this moment, the divine weapon was being chewed by an iron puppet. 

That fellow… What the heck is it? 

When he saw it the first time, it wasn't really scary. It had not been a long time, and this iron puppet… wanted to go against the Heaven's will!

Golden Sabre's entire body shook. He was so indignant that his fur rose.