The towering, majestic figure of the iron tower filled everyone's vision. Old Bull finally revealed his true form, but it was something none of the Taoists could have imagined—he was a Devil Bull. Such a fierce beast was terrifying to behold, its horns dragon-like and its body heavy with martial ferocity. It was said that the Third Rank martial officer's uniform bore the symbol of the Devil Bull, also known as the Bullfighter's garment.
The Devil Bull slowly spread out his palm, razor-sharp claws seemingly tearing through the darkness. He remained in his bipedal stance, grinning as he scrutinized the Taoists like fish laid out on a chopping block.
"This one... tender flesh, plump belly full of fragrant fat. Chef, slice off large chunks,"
he pointed at one person and said. The fat Taoist who was singled out shivered all over and trembled uncontrollably.
"The one next to him is all skin and bones, not much meat there. Dry him up and hang him as cured meat."
