Wang Xuan turned and charged straight at that Golden Sheep. Its master had snatched a Great Dao Wonder Flower and fled, but the mount had been intercepted.
It was clearly an exotic breed, its entire coat golden. It darted left and right as the Saints pursued it. Though it was drenched in blood, it had yet to be taken down.
It was immensely strong, clearly a top-tier ferocious beast in the True Saint Domain. When it opened its mouth and bleated, some Saints felt as though their primordial spirits had been pricked by needles, the stabbing pain unbearable.
Its four hooves seemed cast from gold. Every step left a golden star river beneath its feet. It could easily wade through the cosmic sea of stars and possessed extreme speed; otherwise, it would never have become a mount.
Yet in this upheaval, quite a few Saints had arrived and trapped it. No matter how several stellar spectacles appeared beneath its feet and carried out spatial leaps, it was blocked each time.
The Saints had struck it several times. Though bloodied, the fact that it was still alive was proof enough of its strength.
People realized just how terrifying the invaders were. To use a creature of the Supreme Domain as a mount was truly absurd; the display was far too grand.
As Wang Xuan approached, the nearby Saints naturally made way for him. They realized he was a big shot—the very one who had earlier severed the Golden Sheep with a single palm strike.
Had this mysterious big shot not gone after its master, he would surely have killed this beast outright long ago, never giving the Golden Sheep a chance to recover.
"Who might this senior be..." True Saints communicated in secret. There was no need to question it: he