Return!

Sha Ying, True King, lay on the ground like a dead dog, half his body gone. The wound was charred black!

Shen Fan planted one foot on Sha Ying, True King's head, grinding half of it into the ground.

With his face pressed intimately against the dirt, Sha Ying, True King, felt an overwhelming humiliation!

He spoke almost pleadingly. "I was simply outmatched. Kill me or carve me up, I'll accept my fate!

"But I'm still a True King of the Shaluo Clan. How can you humiliate me like this?!"

Watching Sha Ying, True King, go from aggrieved to glaring furiously, Shen Fan raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you've still got some life in you. No wonder you're a True King. What vitality!"

Shen Fan let out a cold laugh and silently increased the pressure of his foot. Sure enough, a series of cracking sounds came from Sha Ying, True King's skull.

His body could be restored even after being shattered, at some cost, but his head was different. It was still a vital part of a True King, after all—it was where his Divine Soul resided.

If his head was crushed, even if Sha Ying, True King, didn't die, his Divine Soul would be gravely wounded. There'd be virtually no chance of recovering!

Feeling death draw ever closer, Sha Ying, True King, panicked. "Hero, hero, spare my life!"

"Oh? You're not so arrogant now? Wasn't a True King of the Shaluo Clan beyond humiliation? How'd you give in so fast?"

Shen Fan's taunt made Sha Ying, True King's old face flush red.

But he was an old monster who'd lived for over a hundred million years. He'd long since thrown away any semblance of pride. As long as he could survive, he'd do anything!

He'd brought up the Shaluo Clan