Compared to Wang Ziyu, who had been shocked into numbness...
Niu Ben, on the other side, was utterly dumbfounded.
Just a few breaths earlier...
The Crimson-Blood Demon Emperor had pinned him to the ground and thrashed him, slapping his forehead again and again as though driving in a pile.
The hot-blooded bravado that had surged through him earlier had long since vanished like smoke under that savage beating.
In its place was a heart full of regret.
Had a donkey kicked him in the head?
His opponent was a long-established Demon Emperor of Spirit Mountain, a ruthless brute in the tower-climbing middle realm.
What the hell was he?
How had a couple of taunts goaded him into sticking his neck out and fighting for his life?
Well, this was just great.
He had not lost his life yet, but his bull's head was nearly beaten into a pig's head.
As his consciousness grew hazy, all he felt was pain throughout his body and desolation in his heart.
He had not even had time to think of his last words. All he could think was that in his next life, he would be a turtle with its head tucked into its shell and never indulge in such reckless courage again.
Yet...
Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death...
The agony he expected never came.
Instead, a somewhat rough sensation brushed his neck.
He struggled to pry open his swollen eyelids, his vision still blurred and doubled.
The Crimson-Blood Demon Emperor, who had looked so ferocious before, had now reined in all his killing intent.
His tiger claws smoothed the tangled mane around Niu Ben's neck.
His movements were gentle, as though he feared hurting him.
Niu Ben shook his enormous bull's head.
The world was changing too quickly.