"This..." Sweat began to bead upon the massive brow of the Netherworld Condor King, glistening like tiny, precious jewels that caught the sunlight with an uneasy shimmer. Every single drop of sweat was an outward manifestation of the terror gripping its heart; it had never imagined it would be brought to such a wretched state by a mere human. In that previous clash, it had held nothing back, exerting its formidable Profound Penetration Realm strength to the absolute limit. Yet Du Bufan, the human youth standing before it, had acted as though it were of no consequence. His calm demeanor suggested he had merely been brushed by a gentle breeze. This boy's strength far exceeded anything it could have imagined—it was like a bottomless black hole, filling the Netherworld Condor King with an unprecedented sense of dread.
Could it be... that it must truly become this person's mount? The moment that thought surfaced in its mind, a fierce wave of resistance surged through the Netherworld Condor King. It was, after all, a powerful beast of the Profound Penetration Realm, hailed as a Demon King across the Honghuang Continent, receiving the obeisance of all birds and commanding respect far and wide. Its dignity, much like its sturdy wings, was an inviolable and sacred part of its existence. Becoming a human's mount was not merely a humiliation; it was a devastating blow to its status in the realm of beasts. It could already envision the mocking gazes of its peers who once held it in awe,…
Chapter 141