The middle-aged Primordial Emperor was visibly shaken, looking at the Golden Horned Little Bull in disbelief. My Bull Ancestor?
Could it be?
"You, are you Senior Qing Niu?!" the Primordial Emperor stammered, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement.
Senior Qing Niu!
Hearing the Primordial Emperor's address to the Golden Horned Little Bull, Xiang Xun, Xu Baisheng, and others, whose legs were somewhat weak, staggered, falling from the sky. Fortunately, they responded in time and managed to stabilize their bodies before hitting the ground.
Seeing their reaction, the Golden Horned Little Bull raised its head proudly, exuding an imposing aura, and said, "Hongmeng kid, we haven't met for hundreds of millions of years, and I didn't expect your strength to improve so much. You must have broken through the Eighth Level of the Primordial Parasitic Technique?"
