During his time on Zi Jiao Island, Lu Xia Tian had never seen the golden-haired ox demon look like this."Brother Niu, what's the matter with you being so nervous" The moment the voice reached the gol... resentment surged. Lu Xia Tian could sense that within this resentment, there was a mixture of fury, unwillingness, and indignation. Even though the Dragon Soul Armor had mitigated some of it, he sti...