"Have you decided to fight the Blood Cloak Army to the bitter end?" An Zihao asked.
"The one who spoke just now was the Blood Cloak Army's Second Boss. You heard what he said too. Even if I let them go, they won't let me go. We're already locked in a fight to the death—either they die or I do. Leaving the Blood Cloak Army alone is like refusing treatment when you're sick; nursing an illness is like raising a tiger!" Fan Lang said sternly.
"Looks like this hired hand of yours will have plenty to do. After all these years, the universe is still the same, filled with endless struggles, grudges, and feuds."
"That's what makes the universe interesting."
Fan Lang had clearly gained a whole group of enemies, yet he seemed to be enjoying it.
Afterward, the Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint continued refining the Big Mouth Ship, and no further complications arose.
Once the Big Mouth Ship had been refined, the Four-Armed Strongman no longer had any value. His fate was sealed.
"Little Friend Fan Lang, I'll leave this one to you. I'd feel dirty even killing him." An Zihao pushed the task onto Fan Lang.
"Killing a Star River Realm Martial God won't be easy," Fan Lang said.
"I've already suppressed him. He can't move now. With your strength, you can kill him."
"Fine. I'll be the executioner."
Fan Lang turned to the Four-Armed Strongman and drew Dragon Blaze Doomsday.
Fear appeared on the Four-Armed Strongman's face. He struggled madly without regard for anything else, but he could not move at all. He could only watch helplessly as death drew near.
Fan Lang walked over and poured his power into Dragon Blaze Doomsday. A Fire Dragon detached from the blade and coiled around it. Its temperature rivaled