"Hahaha, stupid ox, I've broken through.
"Now it's my turn to ravage you!"
With the dazzling golden light of the cauldron and the rising purple energy, a figure shot out from the cauldron.
Then, a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old with delicate features appeared. His fierceness was unparalleled. Not only was he fine, his aura was even more terrifying than before.
Who else could it be but the Patriarch of Hell? The golden rope that was tied to his body had long been broken.
The green ox's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, "W-Why aren't you dead?!"
It clearly remembered that the Patriarch of Hell had been refined a long time ago. Why did he not die but break out of the cauldron instead?
"Hahaha!"
The Patriarch of Hell was extremely pleased with himself, "Dumb ox, you wanted to refine me into a supreme treasure pill. However, you never expected that it would help me break through!"
