Wang Quan stared fixedly at the scattered pile of bone fragments on the ground, watching the Bull Demon Old Ancestor spit a mouthful of thick phlegm onto them with a contemptuous "Pah." His chest heaved violently, and an uncontrollable rage rushed straight to his head. His voice was hoarse and low, yet it carried an almost beastlike roar. "If you have a problem, come at me! What kind of skill is it to bully a skeleton?!"
Upon hearing this, the Vermilion Bird Old Ancestor did not grow angry, but laughed instead. It slowly paced forward, looking down at Wang Quan from above, its tone brimming with mockery. "Don't be so impatient. It is already finished. Next... it will be your turn."
With that, it extended a finger and gave a light flick. A wisp of crimson flame flew from its fingertip like a nimble serpent, landing on the remaining blood at Wang Quan's severed limbs. That blood seemed like the finest fuel; it burst into flame the instant it met fire, transforming into a roaring blaze that engulfed Wang Quan completely! The flames scorched his wounds and roasted his bones, producing sizzling sounds as the stench of charred flesh spread through the air.
Yet Wang Quan seemed to have lost all sensation of pain. He allowed the flames to burn across his body without even furrowing his brow. He merely lowered his head, his gaze resting on that pile of white bone fragments, motionless as a stone statue.
The Lion Race Old Ancestor raised an eyebrow at the sight, amusement in its voice. "Oh? You have quite a backbone. I wonder how long you can keep it up."
Another Lion Race Old Ancestor frowned and reminded the others in a low voice, "Watch yourselves. Don't kill him. Otherwise, we will