A kindly Daoist appeared at some unknown moment, standing on auspicious clouds, clad in plain Daoist robes, his hair casually tied in a bun atop his head.
Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted. As far as he knew, anyone who could stand on auspicious clouds was no weakling.
Looking at Luo Sanpao, who had been above his head moments earlier, he found him cowering on his knees on the ground, without a trace of his earlier swagger.
Yu Xiaogang snorted inwardly and immediately came up with a plan. His chance to survive had arrived.
"Who are you?"
Yu Xiaogang rolled over like a domestic pig and stood up, forcing himself to remain composed, one hand behind his back and the other before his chest.
It was time to display his genius theories in this Primordial World.
This Daoist before him was an excellent starting point. After all, from what he had learned over all this time, the immortals of the Primordial World did not kill indiscriminately.
As long as he did not go too far, his life would generally be safe. This also gave Yu Xiaogang the courage to speak.
"Who gave you permission to call me a Pig Demon? Does being a lofty immortal mean you can mock all beings under heaven without restraint? Don't you understand even basic courtesy?"
Yu Xiaogang's tone was stiff.
That's right, I want to live, but I won't beg anyone. You have to beg me.
And I'll have to add other conditions, like helping me regain human form.
In Yu Xiaogang's expectations, the Daoist would next become curious about why he was so bold.
Then he could naturally introduce his theories, which could shake the Primordial World.
When this scene reached the Douluo Continent, everyone exchanged bewildered looks.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"What