Da Heiniu struggled on all fours, hastily shouting at Long Fei, "Big, big bro, could you lift your foot off me first? My hairstyle's all messed up!"
The surrounding disciples were completely astounded, the divine bull they once worshipped like a god, who knew it would be like this.
"It's over, all over!"
Yu Huacheng also covered his face, three rounds three losses, even the Sacrificial Spirit couldn't match Long Fei!
Yu Kun quietly came over, and they started discussing what to do next.
Long Fei was too busy to bother with them, releasing his foot and letting Da Heiniu get up.
It took out a comb, hastily stood up its pompadour, and spit to fix the style in place.
"Stop fussing with your hairdo and answer my question!"
Long Fei, speechless, raised the black iron staff in his hand.
Da Heiniu stepped back in fear and asked blankly, "What Demon Race? I'm a Sacrificial Spirit, born on this island, never heard of any Demon Race!"
