Jiang Ping An had gotten excited for nothing.
He cut the Black-Haired Toad's corpse—the cause of his wasted excitement—in half and tossed one half to Little Lion in the Devouring Space.
"Here. The demon beast corpse I promised you."
Little Lion saw the Black-Haired Toad's corpse and retched.
"This thing's disgusting! It's covered in hair and bumps. I've lost my appetite. Get me one that looks better."
"It's meat. Why does it need to look good?" Jiang Ping An said. "Clean off the hair and stew it. It'll all look the same in the pot."
"Then you stew it." Little Lion looked revolted and wanted nothing to do with the toad.
"I'm not doing it," Jiang Ping An refused.
"Why?"
"It's too disgusting."
"You know it's disgusting, and you still want me to eat it!" Little Lion planted both paws on his hips, his face full of resentment.
After teasing Little Lion, Jiang Ping An felt a little better.
The power of causality didn't take effect. The news I got this time wasn't about the Main God Soul Fragment.
Still, news of the Lord of Heavenly Demons' Claw Tip is precious. I should go take a look.
Main Gods had evolved to another level. Even a single hair from one was a supreme divine treasure imbued with a Main God's rules.
In the Black-Haired Toad's memories, the claw tip that had broken off the Lord of Heavenly Demons was ten thousand meters long. The pressure of its rules alone could leave a group of Seventh Level God Kings unable to move.
Years ago, Jiang Ping An had obtained the remains of a Half-step Main God, which contained the Supreme Yin Rule. They had played a vital part in his rapid growth over the years.
If he could obtain the Lord