Under Bu Fang's precisely controlled slash, the sharp Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife cut the big Taotie's hoof in half. After that, he contentedly gnawed on his grilled Taotie's meat, not caring about splashing oily juice around his mouth.

Chu Changsheng calmed down. Looking at half of the hoof, his face was neither happy nor upset. Indeed, there was no need to feel bad. 

However, compared to the others' big pieces of hoof, Chu Changsheng felt that it was so unfair.

Anyway, he had been cultivating for so many years, so his state of mind wasn't bad. Although he was full of regret, he still picked up his piece of hoof.

The steaming hot hoof released a thick fragrance. Even though it was halved, the sense of aesthetic wasn't affected. And, about his feelings, Chu Changsheng hadn't eaten yet, so he didn't have many things to comment on.

Even though it wasn't a purebred one, the White Taotie's meat was really precious since the entire Hidden Dragon Continent didn't even have several Taoties