Look Down on Dung Haulers?

In front of Small Mountain Village.

Everyone was stunned.

"This... this Gray Mist bridge was just destroyed like that?"

Lu Shoushi stared blankly at Old Yellow Ox by the village entrance, his heart surging like a storm-tossed sea!

Heavens, what realm had this ox reached?

It was impossible to imagine!

It was definitely beyond the Divine Dao, and its Origin was certainly no weaker than the Gray Mist Origin.

"Woof... Even an ox is this vicious!"

The Demon Emperor's eyes gleamed. He could barely resist running over to lick the old ox's hooves.

That was too fierce. He even wanted to transform into an ox and go plow the fields in the village.

"...I never thought even the village ox would be this powerful. I was careless, careless."

Yun Qianshan felt a little shaken. He knew the things in the village were no ordinary things, but he hadn't expected an ox to be this powerful.

Mu Rantian and the others were just as shocked. This was their first time seeing the old ox in action.

Venerable Haoming and Saintess Zhanxuan were even more stunned. This old ox... was actually so terrifying.

Could this ox be the hidden peerless expert of the Great Ruin Realm?

No, that wasn't right. This ox... seemed to be just a plow ox from the village.

The two of them felt a storm surge through their minds. This was beyond anything they could imagine.

"Who... who ambushed me?!"

By now, Zhan Ming Old Ancestor had gotten to his feet.

He was covered in dirt. Just moments ago, he had been invincible and haughty, but now he looked utterly miserable, his face smeared with dust.

Behind him, the Sacred Land's elders were furious too.

Zhan Ming Old Ancestor looked up ahead, then suddenly froze.

"Something's wrong... this