"Get lost, ant! If you mess with my master, you'll be dead for sure. Old Bull considers your cultivation efforts and spares your dog life," Chasing Bull yelled, perched on the Starry Sky Wheel, his bloated belly jutting out as he pointed a hoof at the black-faced man standing outside the Starry Sky Wheel's barrier. The scene was somewhat absurd and comical.
"Hahaha… A mere Shaping Dao beast dares to tell me to get lost? Well, I'd like to see if slaughtering you will result in a unique flavor of meat." The black-faced man laughed loudly, his aura rising as he sent forth a white bone magical artifact, aiming to blast through the Starry Sky Wheel.
Upon hearing himself referred to as a beast, Chasing Bull flew into a rage. If he weren't incapable of defeating the other party, he might have already unlocked the barrier to fight.
