Fan Wubing said seriously, "Honestly, Old Two is very important to a man, don't get carried away."
The Flesh Demon Lord, like a tiger toying with its prey, said, "Tsk, tsk, now you're scared. Where did your courage go when you punched and smashed my head?" He raised his head arrogantly, "Crawl over like a dog and lick my Old Two, and I'll let you go."
Fan Wubing crossed his arms, "Fine, good words are hard to persuade a damned ghost."
The Flesh Demon Lord remained arrogant, believing Fan Wubing was desperate and trying to trick him, "Petty tricks."
With that, he swiftly swung a dagger, a splash of blood burst forth, and that piece of flesh fell heavily to the ground, bounced, and then ceased moving.
A sharp pain assaulted from below, the already twisted face of the Flesh Demon Lord twisted further into a knot.
But Fan Wubing remained unharmed; he looked back at the other Demon Lords, "He did it himself, can't blame me."
