80 Spoils Of War

After confirming that the Nether Fire Bull is dead Ye Tian Qi wiped off a handful of perspiration from his forehead. 

He cheerfully and diligently ran up to the Nether Fire Bull and carefully cut off the golden horns on top of his head and presented it to An Haden with both of his hands.  Somewhat indecisively he once hesitated as he said "Your Highness, do you want these golden horns?"

An Haden lifted an eyebrow as he looked at Ye Tian Qi scornfully with a pair of icy cold eyes, his body showed a cold, indifferent intention and his expression was alienating and unsympathetic

"Golden Horns and Inner core." 

Ye Tian Qi's lungs felt as if they had been blocked by a boulder. An oppressive feeling, to the point where he couldn't breathe. He cowered, trembling from head to toe and covering his chest in fear. His expression was, as usual, however, his heart was secretly whining about his bitter luck.