Burning the Spicy Strips

"Human, you've gone too far!" Xiangliu roared, its seventeen eyes blazing.

It originally had eighteen, but Chang Ping had shot out one.

Although Xiangliu was a Legendary Demon Beast, its eyes were very fragile; even a Silver Weapon could damage them.

Chang Ping aimed at Xiangliu's eyes and fired. The bullet struck its eyelid, sending sparks flying.

"I've gone too far? Your Demon Race slaughtered our human race, and you have the nerve to say I've gone too far? Fine, I have, so what? If you have the ability, come out and bite me, you idiot!"

Xiangliu was so enraged its fangs were about to shatter.

"If you dare, come fight me in the water! I'll drown you with a single spit!"

A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. It was once the strongest Demon Race Spirit God. Even with its power reduced to less than a tenth, it could still kill a mortal in an instant. The problem was how to lure this little fool into the water.

"If you dare, come fight me on land! I'll slap you into jerky and gobble you up!" Chang Ping said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "You bastard, if you've got guts, open your eyes. What kind of skill is fighting with your eyes closed? Calling yourself a Demon Race Spirit God, what a load of crap!"

I'm starving! Starving! If I don't eat soon, I'll starve to death!

"How did you know I was a Demon Race Spirit God?" Xiangliu asked, opening its eyes in surprise.

Bang!

Chang Ping seized the opportunity and blew out another of Xiangliu's eyes.

"Ah! You son of a bitch! What did my head ever do to you? Why are you only aiming for it?"

With both eyes burst, Xiangliu's head drooped like a withered seedling. Its long neck quickly sagged, disappearing into the dark, black pool.

A lesson learned. No matter what Chang Ping said, Xiangliu refused to open its remaining sixteen eyes.

"Not only do I know you're a Demon Race Spirit God, but I also know you've mastered the Law of Water and the Law of Poison. How about we make a deal? Hand over the Water Godhead to me, and I'll let you go! Honestly, I'm a man of my word!"

"Go to hell!" Xiangliu lowered eight of its heads, raising only the one in the center before slowly sinking into the pool.

Its scales were pitch black, and the pool water was also black. As Xiangliu sank, it seemed to merge with the water, making its location impossible to pinpoint.

"What the hell?! You dare to look down on me? Just you wait!"

Chang Ping summoned the Exchange Shop and exchanged it for a barrel of gasoline.

It was a large iron barrel, half a person's height, holding a full 200 liters of gasoline. It only cost 100 Strength Value to exchange for.

"Hey, jerky, I'll ask you one more time, are you giving me the Godhead or not?" Chang Ping leaned his arm on the large iron barrel, staring into the dark pool and shouting.

The Godhead could greatly accelerate the cultivation of Soul Force, making it easier to comprehend the Law, and then become a supreme Spirit God with infinite lifespan.

The water's surface was as calm as a slate. The cellar was silent, as if the drop of a needle could be heard.

"Okay, I understand. Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"

Chang Ping twisted open the lid of the large iron barrel, kicked it over, and gasoline flowed out with a "glug glug" sound into the pool.

Gasoline was less dense than water, so it floated on the surface, gradually spreading out in all directions.

Xiangliu had a very keen sense of smell and quickly detected that the despicable human had poured something into the water.

"Idiot!" it sneered inwardly, utterly dismissive. It was a Spirit God, an immortal existence. No matter what he poured in, it couldn't affect it.

All it had to do now was wait patiently. There was no food or water here. Before long, this human would starve to death or be poisoned by the pool water.

It had been sleeping here for hundreds of thousands of years and had plenty of patience to outlast this human.

On the shore, Chang Ping picked up the iron barrel, turned it upside down, and shook it, pouring out all the remaining gasoline.

"You forced me to do this!" Having done so, Chang Ping pulled out a torch stuck in the ground and tossed it into the pool.

With a "whoosh," flames instantly erupted, spreading in all directions.

"Holy crap!"

Xiangliu, which had been lying motionless at the bottom of the pool like an old turtle, instantly lost its composure upon seeing the fire and shot out of the water.

It feared fire the most.

"Bastard! What did you do?" Xiangliu opened its gaping maw and sprayed water columns frantically, trying to extinguish the flames.

What it never expected was that these were not ordinary flames. Even if extinguished, they would quickly reignite.

As it burned, the flames even caught onto its body.

Xiangliu forgot about spraying water and frantically swung its eight long necks, desperately patting out the flames on its back.

"How's that? Comfortable? Want me to add some more?" Chang Ping asked with an evil grin. He snapped his fingers and exchanged for another large barrel of gasoline. "Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you're in the water. Cao Cao was defeated by Zhou Yu in the water!"

Who is Cao Cao? Is he also a Spirit God?

With no time to ask that question, Xiangliu hurriedly called out to Chang Ping, who was carrying the oil barrel and preparing to add more to the water.

"Wait! Stop! Don't you just want the Godhead? I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, alright?"

Xiangliu raised its blind head, opened its mouth, and spat out a blue ball the size of a baby's fist. Then, its body from head to neck began to decay, eventually disappearing completely.

The blue ball fell into the water with a "plop," far from the shore.

"Come and get it yourself!" Xiangliu said, pretending to continue patting out the flames while squinting its snake eyes at Chang Ping. As long as he dared to enter the water, it would spray a mouthful of black water and leave no trace of him.

Want to snatch its Godhead? No way!

"I'll take your grandpa! Send the Divine Spark to shore! I'll count to three, and if you don't send it over, I'll add more!" Chang Ping grabbed the lid, pretending to twist it.

Xiangliu's eyes glinted fiercely. It hadn't expected this human to be so difficult to fool.

"Three!" Chang Ping began twisting the lid.

"Holy crap! Wait a minute! Don't you start counting from the beginning?" Xiangliu panicked. Its remaining eight heads hurriedly spewed black water columns from their mouths, pushing the Divine Spark floating on the water towards the shore.

The Divine Spark passed through the barrier and rolled to Chang Ping's feet.

Chang Ping didn't rush to pick it up. Instead, he directly opened the lid and continued pouring gasoline into the water.

"You bastard, you're not keeping your word!" Xiangliu, enduring the scorching flames, charged over furiously and crashed into the sealing barrier with a "boom."

Chang Ping looked up at the eight-headed Demon Beast on the other side of the barrier, baring its fangs and claws, and chuckled disdainfully. "We're all thousand-year-old foxes, what are you trying to pull with me? Dare you say you didn't tamper with the Divine Spark? Do you really think I'm an idiot? The Divine Spark is so important, would you give it to me easily?"

As Chang Ping had expected, Xiangliu had attached a thought-imprint to the Divine Spark. Anyone who tried to refine it would be devoured by this imprint and become Xiangliu's puppet.

Seeing its scheme exposed, Xiangliu stopped pretending and laid its cards on the table.

"I did tamper with the Divine Spark, so what? Do you want this Divine Spark or not?"