A bowl of stinky tofu…
A pungent stench wafted out from the bowl into the crown prince's nose, causing his stomach to turn. It was a very disgusting feeling.
Was Bu Fang asking him to disgust those Soul Demons to death with this bowl of stinky tofu? How was that possible? Their savageness could not be so easily suppressed by a bowl of stinky tofu!
The crown prince wanted to refuse, but Bu Fang forced the bowl into his hand. He exhaled deeply, feeling that his life was darkening at that moment.
After pushing the stinky tofu into the crown prince's hand, Bu Fang patted him on the shoulder and said with an expressionless face, "Go now. I believe in you."
The crown prince rolled his eyes. Then, he rushed up into the sky, holding the dragon knife in one hand and a bowl of stinky tofu in the other. Stepping on the void and rising into the air, he looked like a dragon out of the deep, emitting a powerful aura that was striking to the eye.
