"Don't worry! I cut those chicken wings off clean, didn't waste a single bit."
Robert Cain chuckled. Earlier, he'd already heard that Ye Xuan wanted to make a Beast Gourmet Ranking, and was even planning to upload it to the internet. Top‑quality ingredients like the Chicken King absolutely could not be wasted.
"Chicken tastes way better roasted. Sprinkle some cumin and chili powder on it, that's just stupidly delicious."
The Ape King tossed the Tiger King's body aside. The Tiger King was covered in blood, still twitching in agony, already not far from death.
"Roast chicken is nice! But I think beggar's chicken might taste even better. Wrap the Chicken King in some mud and lotus leaves, then bake it over a big fire—the flavor will definitely be even more amazing."
Robert Cain chuckled, the Ares Divine Sword in his hand still radiating dazzling golden light, as he spoke.
