Zhao Chuanxiong had no desire to be any kind of bait...
The risk was too great, and when it came to fishing... how could you fish without the bait being eaten?
Even a single bite of the bait would cause severe damage!
"Blood Exchange... you are actually a Blood Exchange..."
Under the fierce punch of the Bull Demon, the mask on the boy shattered into pieces, flying in all directions.
Zhao Chuanxiong's face turned bright red, like a wooden post being hammered into the ground by the Bull Demon's punch, his knees kneeling on the ground already shattered kneecaps and crisscrossed ligaments exploding!
And his chest oozed fresh blood, shards of the broken fine iron long knife embedded in his sunken chest cavity, flesh rotted and organs and rib bones nearly visible!
In one move...
Just one move only!
The Bull Demon had grown stronger!