How About Being My Mount?

A gentle, massive hand lightly pressed down on the Pure-blooded Kirin's head.

"Throwing your life away at the slightest provocation isn't a good habit." Xu Fan's voice rang out.

The Pure-blooded Kirin was enveloped in a gentle flow of spiritual energy and sent back behind the Elder Council Headquarters.

"I came late." Xu Fan looked at Ming Kong.

"Not late. At least I still have my life." Ming Kong, already seriously wounded, smiled at Xu Fan.

This time, he had made the right bet.

Just then, the Golden Winged Great Peng flapped its wings, sending out a wind blade.

It sensed the same irritating aura from Xu Fan that Xingling possessed.

Xu Fan's aura was even more pronounced than those star spirits.

What it hated most was seeing its enemies wear that expression of having everything under control.

Xu Fan gently clenched his palm, and the wind blade burst apart in midair.

"Golden Winged Great Peng, I've long admired your reputation," Xu Fan said with a smile.

At Xu Fan's current realm, even a clone of his could contend head-on with the Golden Winged Great Peng without issue.

"Are you that Great Grandmaster in Artifact Refining who toyed with the Purple Jade Flood Dragon?" The Golden Winged Great Peng looked at Xu Fan, seemingly uncertain.

"I suppose so. But I prefer it when people call me the Great Elder of the Hidden Spirit Sect," Xu Fan said calmly.

"A hundred-thousand-mile tribulation cloud, knowledge from birth—whether Divine Abilities and Dao Methods or Pill Refining and Artifact Refining, it seems you are proficient in all of them."

"Which great power of the Immortal World are you reincarnated from?" the Golden Winged Great Peng asked gravely.

The moment it saw Xu Fan, members of the Demon Race had already sent all of Xu