He never believed in loyalty. He believed only in his own claws.
Menghu Wang, one of the three great warlords of the Beast Tribe, was renowned throughout the Beast War world for his ruthless decisiveness and flawless schemes. He had laid a vast net and devised a series of deadly traps. He was just one step away from wiping out his nemesis, Kuangye Xing. Every piece was in place, every variable accounted for. He had the game firmly in hand.
Until the golden figure before him ignited its backup energy.
Jin Jingshou, Kuangye Xing's foremost general, stood before the Black Panther army with nothing but his battered body. He wasn't trying to save his own life. He was buying time for that reckless marshal to retreat. His last words before self-destruction were not words of bitterness or fear, but words to Pili Huo: "Let's be brothers again in our next lives."
At that moment, Menghu Wang miscalculated one thing.
He had underestimated the weight of "loyalty."
From that moment on, the game went off the rails. Baolong Shen sneered from the clouds, Landu Shou sharpened his teeth in the shadows, Energy City was swept into the maelstrom, and the frozen gates of Wind and Snow City slowly swung open. A hero and a loyal retainer, once bitter enemies, were forced to join hands in the face of a greater conspiracy. And Menghu Wang gradually realized that every piece he had won in this long game pointed to the same question:
When someone has grown used to tearing everything apart with their claws, do they still know how to open their hands?
