Zhang Fusheng's face was filled with great sorrow and suffering, and it was truly great sorrow and suffering.
This sorrow and suffering, only he understood.
"Hey, bull, stay calm?"
"Moo!"
The Red Bull raised its rump, its fur bristling like steel needles, leaving Zhang Fusheng sitting atop it as if on pins and needles.
In pain, he gritted his teeth and gave its head a firm punch.
'Thud!'
The Red Bull let out a disdainful 'Moo', and Zhang Fusheng's fist shattered.
Even as an embodied Divine Embryo, this Old Bull was infinitely close to the rank of Venerate — it could potentially become one at any moment.
Filled with fury, Zhang Fusheng turned around and slapped its rump twice.
"Moo!!"
The Red Bull erupted in anger:
"Insect, you are insulting a True Monarch!"
"True Monarch?" Zhang Fusheng slapped its rump again.
"Impudence!!"
The Red Bull became enraged, its fur standing up like red needles, piercing Zhang Fusheng until his expression changed drastically.
