Seeing the Bull Demon King regain his composure, Tu Xiao'an wore a faint, calm smile. 'He looks down on me, a Rank Two Snake Spirit?'
"Scram. This has nothing to do with you. Crawl back to wherever you came from before I lose my temper," the Bull Demon King said, his large, bell-like eyes turning cold.
Tu Xiao'an shook his head. "And what if I don't?"
The Bull Demon King's pupils constricted as Killing Intent flared. "I don't even need to lift a finger to kill you," he said lightly. "A Rank Two Snake Spirit like you isn't worthy of my time."
"So you want to fight? Fine, but hold on," Tu Xiao'an said, suddenly holding up a hand.
The Bull Demon King, sitting on the leather sofa, was taken aback.
Tu Xiao'an turned to look at Wang Qingfu, who was propped against a wall. His face was deathly pale and he stood frozen in place, cold sweat streaming down his spine.
"Don't be afraid. Just get some sleep. When you wake up, this will all be over."
