BaTianHu gazed with curiosity at Wuzhuang Temple on Mount Wanshou ahead.
"That's right, Old Ox will never forget this place as long as I live!" PingTian Bull Demon said, his face twisted in resentment. Years ago, he had charged into Wuzhuang like a reckless fool and ended up being suppressed and forced to plow the fields for three years. Although he often boasted of this experience as a battle scar, in reality, it was the greatest humiliation of his life. Returning to this old stomping ground, the memories of his suppression naturally resurfaced. He yearned to charge in immediately, trashing the place with his hooves, and would have loved nothing more than to leave two piles of dung in the Hall of Heaven and Earth to vent his hatred.
Previously, he lacked the strength and the nerve. But now, things were different for him. Not only had he become a powerhouse of pure muscle, but he also had brothers by his side who were even more formidable. With Wuzhuang now in such a sorry state, he was determined to seize the chance to kick it while it was down.
Chapter 933