"Tsk, tsk!"
Taotie licked his lips, staring at Wang Sheng with an extremely greedy look in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing an exceptionally savage smile. "I wonder if the number one genius humanity has produced in ten thousand years will taste different from other humans!"
Wang Sheng's face remained calm, but his heart tightened.
Now he knew why the spiritual power he had sensed earlier had felt so "weak."
Without a doubt, as a son of the Dragon, Taotie's powerful body and immense strength were his greatest assets.
However, the first to make a move was not Taotie, nor was it Wang Sheng.
It was the Evil Spirit Demon Willow, who had seemed to be watching the show from the side.
Among all Taotie's subordinates, the one who understood him best was the Evil Spirit Demon Willow. Before all his subordinates were dead, Taotie would never personally take action.
Laughable as it was, it was all because of his noble status.
Or perhaps, in Taotie's eyes, subordinates like them were merely food with a little bit of value.
If they died, he might even take the opportunity to taste what they were like.
For the greatest glutton in the world, that was extremely possible.
So he had to show his value. Only then would Taotie have a reason not to eat him.
As Taotie's subordinate and the foremost of the Four Kings, he was the only one who had not chosen to take human form at one hundred thousand years.
Now that he was already two hundred and thirty thousand years old, he was definitely not someone to be underestimated.
However, he himself admitted that he was unlikely to be Wang Sheng's match. Even so, he still made his move.
Because this was precisely the