When King Anrius and Shyvana arrived within the palace grounds, Anna was tossing the last polished piece of building material into Su Nian's mouth. The powdered remnants had already piled up into a small hill, four or five meters high. After swallowing the Rock Star Stone in his mouth, Su Nian opened his jaws wide and inhaled deeply, sucking in the remaining stone powder into his stomach. Instantly, only a dozen or so dirt balls with flowers on top were left in the entire Anrius Palace.

In the distance, a group of palace guards and ministers huddled together, cowering beside the restroom, trembling with fear. This square building was the only one left standing. Other than that, nothing remained.

"Hiss—" King Anrius looked at his palace, now vanished, and thought of the countless times he had been cuckolded and the queen he had personally killed, and then remembered that the only prince was not his own child. He could no longer bear it. His eyes rolled back, his body convulsed, and he fell straight backward.

"Your Majesty!"