The Little Roc Demon was actually not little at all.

He had been doing such deeds for countless years.

When he was young, his father had taught him this way, and then he had met many "self-righteous" demons.

When he was weak, there were more of them.

But without exception, these "heroes" all fell to terrible fates.

Even though they were strong, it was laughable to go up against the son of the Crimson Blood Roc Demon.

As he grew stronger, his fame - or rather, infamy - grew as well. In the last 100 years, he had not met any self-righteous "scum" while he was feasting.

Wu Yu was a pleasant surprise for him. He had not savored the feeling of abusing these heroes in a while now.

Seeing the Little Roc Demon delighted, the other demons were happy too.

The Little Roc Demon said, "Don't you all start thinking of fighting me for it. At this age, ignorant greenhorns are all too rare. I haven't met one in a hundred years. I'm going to enjoy myself today. If you all interfere, it will be dead all too quick, and the fun will be o...