"Damn it! How could this happen!" Shen Hao roared inwardly.
His last shred of rationality helped Shen Hao keep his expression steady and suppress the surging True Qi within him. Using a tone almost identical to usual, he ordered everyone in the Interrogation Chamber to leave immediately.
Though puzzled, Shen Hao's rising influence left no room for dissent. Everyone hurriedly bowed and withdrew.
The moment they were gone, Shen Hao dropped to one knee, clutching his chest. Instantly, a fine sweat broke out across his forehead, as if he were mustering all his strength to resist something.
Appetite!
Shen Hao hadn't expected that, at such a time, that abnormal hunger—so long absent—would suddenly resurface. And its target was the corpses of Zhao Hesheng and Zhao He Kun, whose heads he'd just severed!
These two were mere ordinary people! Why would this happen?! He'd witnessed plenty of corpses during executions before, many of them cultivators, yet never felt anything like this!
