Si Yan witnessed the fight unfolding before her. He didn't seem to be engaging in a so-called "display of male prowess"; he seemed to truly want to kill his opponent!
Worried that his emotions were in turmoil and that he might kill the wrong person, Si Yan shouted, "Great Demon King, don't be jealous! I don't know him!"
Wang Liang's chilling gaze swept past Si Yan.
He turned his attention to the Black Dragon Beastman before him.
His eyes deepened, growing darker and darker, almost tinted with a hint of crimson.
The cold-blooded snake beastman expressionlessly plucked two scales from his own body. When he went berserk, he was truly insane, oblivious to pain.
Si Yan's heart ached at the sight.
He produced the snake scales, and they flew straight at Dark Saint!
The scales were so fast and sharp that Dark Saint couldn't dodge them. "ROAR!!!!!"
Two bloody gashes opened on his body, and the Black Dragon roared skyward in pain.
The purple imperial snake lunged to kill Dark Saint.
