"Who exactly is this 'my king' you keep talking about?"
"My king..."
The fat man's expression suddenly turned fanatical as he burst into loud laughter, "People come and go, but you will never make me betray my king."
"Die!"
He roared angrily as the flesh on his body surged wildly, ignoring the obstruction of the Holy Light Fire.
"Blood Ghost Art, Flesh Cage, Dragon-Snake Slaughter!"
"Pfft!"
Accompanying his roar, all of the flesh on the fat man's body explosively burst at that moment, transforming into two fiercely battling creatures—a snake and a dragon—both charging towards Zheng Cheng.
Such a pity.
The Holy Light Fire that enveloped him had already covered his entire body, and at that moment, the flesh-turned dragon and snake were frantically consumed by endless Holy Light Fire.
"Ao~!"
"Hissss~!"
The dragon and snake cried out as the Holy Light Fire burned them, quickly reducing them to ashes, and slowly they collapsed, reverting back to the fat man's form.