Known for his stubborn character, Western Liang King would not treat his senior Supernatural State seriously. Even Chi Hou, who was from the Divine Constabulary, had barely spoken anything to him.
However, this time, he showed no intention of speaking rudely to Fang Zhengzhi. It was of equal status and authority.
"ROAR!" King Xieluo bellowed in agony, cutting the conversation between the two of them. As a dignified Demon King, listening to them discussing how to kill him, was a disgrace, an act of ignorance.
With a loud roar, thick rays of golden light surged wildy towards the broken forepaw. The blood immediately stopped gushing out of the wound, and a new forepaw started emerging out with great speed.
"Let's see how are you going to kill me!" King Xieluo's eyes were filled with this gold and ferocious light, just like the water flowing down.
"His limbs grew back?!"
"That's a crazy speed of recovery!"
