Although this guy was only a Spirit King, he had already won seven consecutive battles over the past year.
The people here called him Fat Demon.
This kid was actually shouting at him like that. Wasn't he like an old man hanging himself because he thought he'd lived too long?!
A flicker of incredulous light flashed deep in the black-clad attendant's eyes.
Which landlord's idiot son was this?
This man had performed exceptionally fiercely in the Hell Slaughter Arena.
Even Soul Emperors were unwilling to face him.
Against a Spirit King of the same rank, this guy was clearly courting death!
"Are you calling me?!"
The fatty asked.
His voice was extremely rough.
It even carried a faint air of arrogance.
Like the roar of a tiger.
"Yes, you. Come over and contribute a cup of Bloody Mary."
Qin Feng beckoned at the so-called Fat Demon.
His face carried a trace of fearless composure.
He was just a fat man. Even if he was an agile fat man, it would make no difference.
"You're fucking courting death!!"
The fatty's expression suddenly changed upon hearing Qin Feng's words.
He immediately charged toward Qin Feng like a tank, a huge machete appearing in his hand!!
No one had ever dared provoke him like this!
Today, he would squeeze this kid into Bloody Mary!!
"Is this guy tired of living?"
Hu Liena stared at Qin Feng in disbelief.
Fat Demon was an exceptionally troublesome opponent.
Even she would have a headache facing him!
Yet Qin Feng had gone and provoked him directly.
He still had four more battles to fight afterward.
Would he even have any strength left?!
He did not even know how he would die.
He would definitely pay a bloody price for his arrogance!
Hu Liena watched quietly, as if