Grand Elder

"Hey, stop kicking! Goddamn little brat, enough... You are breaking my wings!"

"God, they're broken... You've broken them! My legs are broken, too!"

"Okay, okay... I'll stop talking. Just stop kicking... You are kicking the sh*t out of me!"

The Duck Emperor kept screaming and looked like he was about to cry, but there were no tears. By then he had learned one lesson--he would not be in trouble if he had not asked for it.

The people around were all shocked. A duck who could speak? Was that a beast demon? This young man owned a beast demon as a pet beast, and he even threw it to the ground and kicked it. Who the hell was he?

After ten-odd kicks, Xiao Luo finally felt better. Then he lifted the touch of death he had imposed on the muscular man. Pointing at the Duck Emperor on the ground, he asked, "Do you need more explanation?"