Steed?
How was that supposed to work?
The Demonic Frost Star looked at its round body.
What about it made it look like it would be suitable as a steed?
Was this guy retarded?!
"You want me to be your steed? Wake up! I am the Demonic Frost Star of the Void Spirit Tribe, an exceptionally powerful being of vast renown! I can crush you without even breaking a sweat!" The Demonic Frost Star flared up with rage.
"Oh? Is that right?" The male true demon smiled instead of becoming enraged upon hearing this. "I am the almighty Ancient Fiendcelestial. Do you want to consider becoming my steed now?"
The Demonic Frost Star let loose a torrent of abuse. "I don't give sh*t if you're some Ancient Fiendcelestial or some ancient imbecile! I'll destro… Wait, you, you're…"
The Demonic Frost Star suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably. "You're the Ancient Fiendcelestial who successfully killed the Spirit Patriarch?!"
