"Old Ram, why are you running?"
In the Northern Border of the Primordial World, an Old Ram fled for his life through the starry sky, pursued by a Roc whose wings spread like clouds hanging from the heavens. The Roc asked leisurely.
"If you weren't chasing me, why would I run?" The pitch-black Old Ram panted heavily, his body flashing like lightning and rainbow as he tore through the sky and fled toward the outer starry realm.
"As long as you join the Heavenly Court, we can overlook the mistakes you committed before."
"Heh! Join you? Why should I join you? I've only ever roamed Ram Mountain and never invaded your Northern Darkness. Kunpeng, don't push this ram too far!"
"You truly cannot tell good from bad, and you refuse to change. Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way!"
"You think you're worthy? If you've got the skill, fight me one-on-one. Don't rely on the Heavenly Court's numbers."
Hearing this, Kunpeng grew furious and gave a cold chuckle. "Any random creature dares mock me now. Why didn't I see you saying such things before?"
"I admit that you used to have some skill, but now? You've barely severed your first corpse, and you dare clamor before me?"
"Then why are you running?" Kunpeng sneered.
Old Ram glanced back and snorted. "Try not relying on numbers if you've got the nerve."
For behind Kunpeng followed more than a dozen streaks of light.
Although the masters of those streaks were only in the Daluo Realm, together with Ancestor Kunpeng, who was at the Severing Corpses Early Stage, they were more than enough to deal with an expert like him, who had yet to reach the Severing Corpses Middle Stage.
Moreover, he feared that Kunpeng was merely a decoy. Since