"Primordial, is that all the ability you have?" Aozheng looked at the Primordial Lord of Heaven, his tone dripping with mockery.
His goal was precisely to enrage the Primordial Lord of Heaven, preventing him from fighting at his usual composure.
A furious Primordial Lord of Heaven would attack wildly, and a wild attack was the very thing Aozheng feared least, because his physical body was unimaginably powerful—tougher even than Amitabha Buddha's golden body!
Chapter 649