Seeing that Ling Xiao was already determined to kill, Golden Horn Dao Lord immediately smiled and stopped pretending.
Staying alive is the most important thing.
"Since that's the case, you'll follow me from now on. Be a dutiful mount for me and do your duty. Perhaps one day when I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go and bestow upon you a great Creation."
Ling Xiao smiled and began to discuss it.
"Can we not use it as a mount? It'll be hard to explain to the family," Golden Horn Dao Lord asked humbly, regretting his actions and wanting to slap himself.
I was being reckless and provoked this scoundrel.
"What else can you do besides be a mount? That's all the value you have," Ling Xiao said.
"I..." Golden Horn Dao Lord was furious, speechless after being rebuked. What did he mean by "that's all the value you have"? Was he really that worthless?
I'm a very good fighter!
Although he was unwilling, Golden Horn Dao Lord had no choice but to swallow his anger and endure it for the time being.
It even thoughtfully revealed its true form, its wings drooping down to form a path in front of Ling Xiao, inviting him to mount its horse.
Ling Xiao moved swiftly, leaping onto the back of the Netherworld Heavenly Horse, where he felt his field of vision broaden considerably.
At this moment, Uncle Boya and the Snow Heaven Clan arrived and surrounded the Netherworld Heavenly Horse, looking at it with amazement.
It must be said that the appearance of the Netherworld Heavenly Horse is too majestic and gorgeous; it's as if it was born to be a mount.
No one would believe it if you said it wasn't a mount.
"Wow, awesome! Can I ride it?" Uncle Boya looked on with longing, rubbing his hands together as he prepared to mount the horse and try it out.
The Netherworld Heavenly Horse kicked out with its hind legs, stomping on his stomach and sending him flying.
"You filthy thing, you think you can ride me? Get out of here and cool off!"
Golden Horn Dao Lord's horse-like eyes were filled with disdain and contempt as he looked down at Uncle Boya.
He only agreed to let Ling Xiao ride it, not anyone else. If just anyone could ride it, what would become of his horse?
"How dare you! Laozi 'm Ling Xiao's partner, a brother closer than brothers, and you dare kick me?"
Uncle Boya was furious, his face full of disbelief. How dare a mere mount talk back to him like that? It clearly didn't understand its place.
"So what if I kick you? Can you beat me?" Golden Horn Dao Lord said arrogantly, finding a long-lost confidence in Uncle Boya.
He might not be able to defeat Ling Xiao, but surely he can defeat this half-step Great Dao Third Stage cultivator?
Not everyone can be Ling Xiao, right?
"You damned thing, what did you say?" Uncle Boya was furious, but he couldn't refute it because he really couldn't beat the Netherworld Heavenly Horse, that was a fact.
The opponent is at level four, while I'm only at level three. Not everyone is a monster who can challenge opponents of higher levels.
Moreover, the Netherworld Heavenly Horse is inherently powerful. Although it is the mount of a Realm Lord, its combat strength is formidable, and few can rival it.
On the other hand, the Treasure Mouse Clan relies on its intellect, and combat is its weakness. It simply cannot compete with this kind of physically strong but simple-minded Netherworld Heavenly Horse Pegasus.
"Brother Ling Xiao, control your mount!" Uncle Boya looked at Ling Xiao for help.
This guy found himself a mount, which is like finding himself an ancestor or elder brother.
Isn't this bullying the honest mouse?
"Alright, alright, if we encounter the Netherworld Heavenly Horse again, I'll catch one for you. But this is just my personal mount, so don't even think about it."
Ling Xiao patted Golden Horn Dao Lord's head, a seemingly gentle gesture that almost popped his eyeballs out.
This is also a warning to him: don't be too reckless, it won't work.
"Let's go, it's time to hunt down the heroes."
Immediately, Ling Xiao issued an order, and the formidable enemy, the Blood Moon Demon God, was dealt with. Now it was time to strive for merit.
Having been in the Mythic Battlefield for so long, I only have a little over ten million merit points. I've really become complacent and forgotten my original purpose for coming here.
"Rush!"
The Snow Heaven Clan members were excited; although their strength wasn't great, they were full of enthusiasm.
Next, led by Ling Xiao, the group embarked on a journey to hunt down evil spirits.
Meanwhile, in the Mysterious Heaven Realm.
The True Demon Palace, suspended high above time and space, is like an Eternal and indestructible demon palace, sitting there quietly, filled with the aura of vicissitudes of time.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura burst forth, shaking the entire True Demon Palace. The surrounding planes and universes shattered under this aura, heading towards Destruction and rebirth.
"What's going on? The Palace Master is enraged!"
All the disciples of the True Demon Palace, and the powerful gods, awoke from the palace and looked at the central treasure hall with expressions of horror in their eyes.
This was the first time in all these years that they had seen the Palace Master unleash such fury.
What exactly happened?
"The Blood Moon has fallen on the Mythic Battlefield!"
Suddenly, a thunderous, demonic voice boomed out, revealing the answer.
All the disciples were stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then their eyes showed a look of horror.
"The Blood Moon Demon God has fallen? How is that possible?"
"What is Blood Moon doing in the Mythic Battlefield? Does he still need to earn merit and establish his career?"
"How foolish! The Mythic Battlefield treats everyone equally. No matter how powerful your cultivation is, you'll still encounter stronger evil spirits. Going there is just suicide!"
"That's right, Blood Moon was probably just unlucky and ran into a powerful evil spirit."
The generals of the True Demon Palace discussed the matter with regret, believing that an evil spirit had killed the Blood Moon Demon God.
After all, with the identity of a Divine General, even if they encounter other powerful figures from the Origin True Realm in the Mythic Battlefield, they will all give him face, and no one would be foolish enough to kill a Divine General.
Therefore, the only culprit is an evil spirit; there can be no other.
However, seemingly having overheard the demons' discussion, the temple master's voice rang out again, filled with icy chill.
"The Blood Moon did not die at the hands of evil spirits, but was killed by people from the True Realm!"
Upon hearing this, all the big and small devils were in an uproar.
"What?! How is this possible?! Who the hell is so bold?"
"To dare kill a divine general of my True Demon Palace is tantamount to going against the entire Mysterious Heaven Realm!"
"Unforgivable!"
"My Lord, who is the murderer? I am willing to lead troops to slay this fiend and avenge Blood Moon!"
A powerful divine general immediately volunteered, radiating an astonishing killing intent.
They, the True Demon Palace, have always been the ones killing others; they've never been killed themselves.
Such humiliation is intolerable to any idealistic devil.
"This is a projection of this person!"
The temple master's voice emanated from the main hall, and then a huge scroll unfolded above the demon temple, like a divine artifact catalog.
This is a projection with flashing images, showing Ling Xiao killing the Blood Moon Demon God at the last moment, playing on repeat.
The remaining scenes also include some scattered images depicting the battle.
After watching the projection, all the powerful figures of the True Demon Palace were enraged, and streams of demonic energy soared into the sky.
"How dare you! Who is this beast?"