The Bull Demon King's shout, his question, was actually a tactic to stall for time. Every second counted.
He was also trying to goad the White Demon King, hoping he would say, "Fine, then this king will wait for this Snake Spirit to finish shedding its skin."
Unfortunately, the Bull Demon King was too naive. That was never going to happen.
A hegemon-level being like the White Demon King was ruthless and decisive. His kills were clean and efficient; he never hesitated.
Was he supposed to be afraid of turning fans into haters?
"Those who follow me prosper; those who oppose me perish." This was the creed of the strong. Anyone who defied him had to die. Any potential threat had to be nipped in the bud.
Why use ten punches when one would suffice? Only an idiot would do that.
The Bull Demon King's challenge silenced the surroundings. None of the Demons hiding in the shadows dared to cheer or show their support.
