"I haven't thought of eating them. What I consume is the nature's spiritual energy, mineral spirit veins, and demonic beasts of flora and fauna. Those insignificant beings, like ants, happen to be in this territory, and if they are to blame, it's because they were too weak to escape before my attack!" The Soaring Serpent's pupils contracted, immediately defending itself.
"By your logic, when you were captured alive and suppressed here, stripped of scales and flesh, you can only blame yourself for being too weak. What do you have to complain about?"
The Soaring Serpent still wanted to speak, but Shen Mo had lost patience to argue and struck the Dragon Piercing Stake onto its jaw again.
Their race, origin, disposition, and stance were all different; more words were pointless...
