"Your bangs are pretty cool, so I was captivated by your allure."
Chuckling, Ye Fan continued toying with Huangniu's hair.
"Buzz off!" Huangniu lambasted furiously.
Then, it shook its head hard, wanting to shake off the man's hand.
Alas, that only made Ye Fan tighten his grip.
Snap!
He abruptly yanked off a few strands of red hair.
"What a b*stard! How dare you pull off my bangs! I'll kill you!"
Upon sensing that the hair on its head had been pulled off, Huangniu almost went off the deep end.
It did not bother running away anymore but flicked its tail right at the man.
A thud rang out, and Ye Fan fell to the ground.
As Ye Fan trembled, he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, dying the ground bright red.
Seeing that, Huangniu stood upright like a human, crossing its front legs. It glared at the man and snorted.
"Ye Fan, cut it out, you faker! Back then, even the thunderbolts in the Well of the Thunderdrake couldn't kill you. Yet, I managed to get you to vomit blood with a flick of my tail? You're simply faking an injury to blackmail me!" it huffed, convinced that Ye Fan was definitely putting on a show.
Angie panicked after reaching out and touching the blood on the ground.
"Ye Fan! Are you okay, Ye Fan? Ye Fan! Don't scare me, Ye Fan..."
Patting Ye Fan, Angie started wailing, tears streaming down her face incessantly.
"Don't believe him, lady. He's merely faking it. Let me tell you this—he's an exceedingly crafty fellow. I was fooled a few times!"
Still, Huangniu did not believe that Ye Fan was truly hurt.
In the face of Angie's increasingly sorrowful sobs and the man's breathing that gradually turned haphazard and weak, however, it began to waver.
"Whoa! Don't tell me it's real? Did I really kill him with a flick of my tail?"
It dubiously went over and lifted Ye Fan's shirt.
At once, it was greeted by the sight of a black palmprint on the man's back.
The palmprint was vivid, infused with tremendous Qi.
Not only did it shatter Ye Fan's Thunder God Body, but blood was also trickling out of his skin.
It was not until then that Huangniu cottoned on to the situation.
"You're injured, brat?"
By then, Ye Fan's breathing was already a touch sluggish.
While he was lucky to have escaped in the face of four opponents earlier, the few battles had ultimately injured him.
The worst was the joint attack of the top four elites on the Empyrean Ranking at the very beginning.
Although he had tried his best to dodge and even used Cloud and Mist Sword Technique, he had still taken a devastating blow.
If it were anyone else, that person would have likely died under The Great Four's collective attack.
It was by sheer grit alone that Ye Fan managed to hold out until then.
"Oh my God, you're severely injured! What a fool, still daring to pluck my hair when you're already on the brink of death!"
Sheer shock flooded Huangniu when it examined Ye Fan's injury.
"Quick, stop crying, girl! Hurry up and get on my back! Wan'er has a magical elixir. So long as we can flee into the secret realm, we can save his life."
Huangniu's usual nonchalant attitude vanished into thin air, and it suddenly turned solemn.
No longer daring to tarry, it urged Angie and Ye Fan to climb onto its back.
Unfortunately, Ye Fan's injuries had already acted up, and it was a miracle that he had held out for such a long time and only collapsed then. He would most likely struggle to even walk.
Angie, on the other hand, was blind.
Having no other choice, Huangniu could only pick them up with its teeth and fling them onto its back.
"Keep a tight grip on your lover, girl! Don't blame me if he falls off and dies!" it hollered.
On the heels of that, it threw its head back and continued sprinting southward frantically.
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