The ox was very large, quite burly, like a small mountain, its surface smooth, shiny, occasionally flickering with luster, looking extraordinary.
Its eyes were bright and full of spirit, and when its thick lips moved, it seemed to be mocking him.
Wu Shang was stunned.
He was born in the Heavens, having seen all kinds of demon beasts, ferocious beasts, even Spiritual Beasts, but never had he seen such a spirited Spiritual Beast.
The feeling was indescribable.
It was as if standing before him wasn't an ox but a young genius, mocking him.
Moreover, there was a moment when Wu Shang's heart fluttered, as if falling into a deep abyss, and when he came to, looking again at the old yellow ox, his nerves suddenly tightened.
Yes!
This young master has it too.
Wu Shang raised his head, looking at the sky, only then noticing Haitian's figure, far, far away, hidden in the clouds.
Damn!
You, an Ancient Ferocious Beast, still afraid of this thing?
Can't you have a bit of courage?
