Perhaps sensing its end approaching, it struggled to lift its muddled head, its cloudy eyes fixing on the two immortal monks who had arrived, saying nothing, only offering a cold stare.
Though it was a prisoner, it was after all the mount of Tai Shang Laojun.
Even though its entire cultivation had been sealed, solely from its gaze, it was enough to make the two immortal monks' hair stand on end.
Yet concurrently, it also made them angry.
"Beast, facing death, you still dare to glare at us?"
Slap!
One of them raised his hand, conjured a God-Beating Whip, and mercilessly lashed at the Cyan Ox.
The Cyan Ox, whose physique had been damaged by eight Red Gold Locks.
With just one lash, its skin broke open, and blood gushed out.
It groaned in pain but did not beg for mercy, its cold stare still making the two feel a chill down their spines.
"Still staring? Believe it or not, I'll gouge your eyes out!"
