"Assume your true form. I don't enjoy eating you in human form!"
Everyone who heard Wei Fan's words was dumbstruck. He had tortured the other party so miserably, yet he was still making demands.
"The Little Ox King has fallen!"
"When did Beiding Continent produce such a savage? That's the young son of the Five-Colored Demonic Ox Clan's Ox King!"
"This beast humiliates our Demon Race so cruelly. He is simply courting death."
The arena, carved from a mountain peak, had Lin Yao City of the human race on one side and demon territory on the other.
Niu Jiang, the Dragon-Horned Deer, and the serpent demon—three great Demon Kings—had come to sweep through the human race. There were not only human experts watching, but also many demons watching from the other side of the mountain.
Seeing how Wei Fan treated Niu Jiang, those demons felt their limbs turn icy and chills crawl up their spines.
"The serpent demon is about to be slain. That woman is terrifying too!"
Someone suddenly shouted.
Wei Fan had been too overpowering, suppressing Niu Jiang in an instant and stealing all the attention. As a result, hardly anyone had paid attention to Feng Hua's battle against the Martial King Seventh Layer serpent demon.
Yet she was equally peerless in battle, her attacks as domineering as ever. At this moment, she had already blasted out the serpent demon's true form. Its snake body, dozens of zhang long, had been broken in half at the middle, and its pair of fleshy wings had been torn off alive.
She was not in a hurry to kill the serpent demon either. Instead, she was torturing it to death. In the end, copying Wei Fan, she skewered the serpent demon on a great spear and roasted it over a fire.