Want to kill Old Sun's brother?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ling Han steered the golden bull and ran madly.

Though the speed of the golden bull was not as fast as Xuan Tianling, it had reached ten times the speed of sound. When it ran, it was protected by a shield of light, so there was no need to worry that its body would be shattered if it ran too fast. Aside from some slight bumps, it could be considered a perfect means of transportation.

"Did you run in the wrong direction?" Princess Bixiao warned. This guy wasn't running in the direction of the Imperial City at all.

She sighed. At first, she had thought that Ling Han was calm, but she had not thought that he was only pretending. He had even gotten the direction wrong.

Ling Han turned around and asked, "Do you think that we can flee all the way back to the Imperial Capital?"