Battling the Golden Bull

Leng Zongzheng was sitting on a chair on a skyscraper. He looked at the entire battlefield and his gaze landed on Zhou Wen, who was confronting the golden bull. He asked An Sheng, "Ah Sheng, is that student Zhou Wen?"

"Yes, Chancellor. He's our Young Master Wen. What do you think of him?" An Sheng said respectfully.

"He's a slippery one. He actually wanted to pick up freebies on the battlefield. He's really greedy," Leng Zongzheng said.

"Young Master Wen only wants to help. He didn't mean to snatch anything from you," An Sheng hurriedly explained.

Leng Zongzheng didn't say anything else. It was impossible to tell if he was angry or not.

Zhou Wen faced the golden bull-headed creature head-on and didn't dare be careless. This was a battlefield. If he died, that would be it. Therefore, he didn't charge at the golden bull-headed creature himself. Instead, he got Six-Winged Guardian Dragon to charge forward first.