"Another one slaughtered! Mighty work, Boss!"
"That's the fifteenth! Fifteen opponents in a row-invincible!"
"Boss, if you can't eat any more, we can help. At this rate, you'll die from overeating before you die in battle," a Sword Cultivator teased.
"Only five left!"
"It's fine. Even if the boss leaves the field, we'll still have a draw. More than thirty of their Heavenly Prodigies have died!"
Every Sword Cultivator's blood surged with excitement.
Yet some felt uneasy at the sight of Li Yang, drenched in blood.
"Is he going to keep fighting? His aura is so weak. He's almost at his limit."
Inside the Black Tortoise Battlefield.
The Slaughter Sword Pellet erupted at close range, chopping a mighty beast into countless pieces.
Li Yang gathered them all and tossed them to Wang Dabao.
"I'll stew it until it's tender so you can absorb it more easily," Wang Dabao said.
But looking at the bloodstained Li Yang, he worried for him. "Can you still hold on? No matter how powerful your body is, it can't withstand this kind of depletion. You're converting the food more and more slowly."
Li Yang did not answer him. Instead, he stared at Yinglong.
"In fifteen minutes, I want to see my next prey."
Soon, Wang Dabao lifted a pot's lid, and a rich aroma wafted out.
He kept only one penis for himself, dishing up everything else and sending it into the battlefield.
Li Yang's condition made eating another penis unsuitable. Conveniently, aside from cooking, Wang Dabao's other hobby was eating.
With a slurp, he swallowed it, then immediately sat cross-legged and circulated his cultivation art to absorb it.
He felt heat bloom in his lower abdomen, turning into energy that fueled a certain kind of growth.
Wang Dabao had discovered a whole new world.