"Little Snake Spirit, don't waste your energy. I'm tough as leather; even human bullets can't pierce my hide. Just surrender obediently, and I'll grant you a quick death. But if you delay this King's romantic night with the beauty, I'll make you wish you were dead."
The Bull Demon King was incomparably domineering, his presence like thunder, his voice like a great bell.
"Tough as leather?"
"I'll make you split open and bleed," Tu Xiao'an said, his tone detached and cold. A Sea of Blood materialized, manifesting within his left eye.
WHOOSH...
A red light shot out from his left eye in a fleeting flash, swift as lightning, causing ripples to spread through space.
The Bull Demon King's formidable, three-meter-tall body stumbled back three steps uncontrollably. A spot on his body was emitting black smoke.
But it was only black smoke. It had barely broken the skin, and not a drop of blood was drawn.
'Damn, he really is tough as leather.'
