Five seconds later, the Three-Eyed Tiger flew out backward, spitting blood.
Bang!
He crashed heavily to the ground, his demon body beaten back into its original form.
The onlookers burst into uproarious laughter.
"Hahahahaha, that was way too fast, right?"
"This Tiger Demon practically broke the record."
"Record for fastest elimination?"
"Too trash…"
"You can't even call that a poor performance, you can only call it utterly miserable!"
"Combat power 0, that's honestly my first time seeing that."
"Does that mean he's completely clueless about Pill, Artifact, and Talisman Array?"
"That's outrageous."
Even Brother Cheng couldn't help but cover his face, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"You don't even qualify as a 'rough draft,' how are people supposed to live this down?"
Yan Yi also couldn't help shaking her head.
"Every place you go, you spit blood once—do you have some kind of special kink?"
