The scene before the Demonic Bull Niu Xuanfeng's eyes
Stopped abruptly at this moment.
What happened afterward was what the fighting arena boss did.
He salvaged Niu Xuanfeng's 'corpse', which had taken the Purity Origin Pearl and had no intelligence whatsoever, and stitched it onto the body of the Demonic Bull.
With the Purity Origin Pearl, a peerless divine pearl capable of increasing one's power by a hundred years, residing within, the Demonic Bull Niu Xuanfeng was naturally divinely powerful, his demonic aura vast.
Otherwise, after ten years, even the corpse of the Demonic Sect Leader Heixin Hu would have long rotted into dry bones.
How could a mere Niu Xuanfeng maintain such vitality until now?
However, even after revival, Niu Xuanfeng was no different from a dead man.
The Purity Origin Pearl could only restore his 'body', not his 'heart'.
It was different from amnesia.
Niu Xuanfeng, without a heart, didn't even possess the most basic consciousness.
His mind was a complete blank, and he couldn't even control his hands and legs.
If not for the fighting arena boss fusing him with the Demonic Bull, allowing Niu Xuanfeng to awaken a trace of bestial instinct, he would never have been able to move an inch in this life, his eyes forever closed, sleeping his life away in that solitary grave.
This series of coincidences might all have been within the calculations of that 'Santai Pavilion's Sect Leader'.
His purpose was precisely for the destined meeting between Niu Xuanfeng and Lantu!
"Third Brother Niu, are you Third Brother Niu Xuanfeng?"
"Although I can't remember who you are, I know this name! You're my friend, right? We've experienced many things together, adventured through life and death!"
Lantu looked into the Demonic Bull Niu Xuanfeng's confused eyes and shouted loudly.
Memory fragments were being retrieved bit by bit.
If this Niu Xuanfeng she had seen before could recall his past, then who exactly 'Hongmao' was…
Perhaps he could tell her.
"Moo..."
Niu Xuanfeng let out a meaningful neigh. His crimson eyes had long regained clarity.
He recognized the person before him.
Lantu.
The master of the Ice Soul Sword among the Seven Swords, chivalrous and tender-hearted, a perfect match made in heaven with Hongmao.
As an opponent, Niu Xuanfeng also respected her from the bottom of his heart.
With a woman's body, she cultivated the Ice Soul Divine Art. Throughout the martial world, few men could match her.
Such talent, such spirit.
She truly deserved the name of a great hero.
"You remembered the past, right?"
Lantu, seeing Niu Xuanfeng's abnormal behavior, asked excitedly, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"Moo."
Niu Xuanfeng nodded, but could only make bovine sounds from his mouth.
To fully regain consciousness, he needed to release the power of the Purity Origin Pearl within his body and completely remove the Demonic Bull form.
If Divine Doctor Doudou were here, this could easily be done.
But now, inside the beast fighting arena, Niu Xuanfeng really didn't know how to answer.
"Great! Although I can't remember what happened in the past, Third Brother Niu, you must be a good person who was kind to me."
Lantu said with great excitement, then showed a hint of hesitation, gently biting her lip, her eyes cast downward.
"Third Brother Niu, there's a question that has troubled me for a long time. I hope you can answer me."
"I know you can't speak now, so you only need to nod or shake your head."
"Moo."
Niu Xuanfeng nodded, indicating he understood.
"Haah."
Lantu took a deep breath, her heart pounding.
"Did Hongmao ever have the alias 'Hantian'?"
She asked it.
As these words left her mouth, every inch of Lantu's skin tensed up. Her large eyes stared fixedly at Niu Xuanfeng, afraid of missing his response for even an instant.
She was afraid.
She was afraid that aloof, cold child was really Hongmao.
Then she would have undoubtedly betrayed the most important person in her soul.
Because, towards Hantian, she simply couldn't develop any fondness.
She was also lost.
And if Hantian wasn't Hongmao, then where was that person now?
When she was trapped in crisis, struggling in pain, why didn't he appear before her?
Therefore, Niu Xuanfeng's answer was undoubtedly a fate-deciding one for Lantu.
On the other side, when Niu Xuanfeng heard the name 'Hantian', he looked utterly confused.
'Who is that guy?'
Searching his memory, he found Hantian was neither from the Demonic Sect nor a friend of the Seven Swords.
If Lantu had said the name 'Hei Xiaohu', Niu Xuanfeng might have hesitated a bit, hoping to play matchmaker for his young master.
But Hantian? This nobody he'd never even heard of?
Mentioning him in the same breath as Hongmao was an insult to that person!
"Moo!!!"
Niu Xuanfeng shook his head vigorously, snorting out two puffs of white air with a look of disdain.
"No? Hantian... he's not Hongmao?"
"Moo!"
Niu Xuanfeng nodded vigorously, his hoof making a downward gesture, expressing his contempt for Hantian.
Hongmao was the leader of the Seven Swords, a martial arts prodigy who could exchange blows with his young master, Hei Xiaohu.
How could a mere Hantian be mentioned in the same breath?
"So that's how it is. I understand."
Lantu nodded.
The trace of fear and worry in her heart finally dissipated.
But deeper confusion once again surfaced.
After everything in the fighting arena was settled, after she repaid Hantian's kindness, where should she go to find that figure who haunted her dreams, that 'Hongmao' more important than life itself?
Meanwhile, on the other side…
The conversation between the two inside the arena had lasted for nearly three thousand seconds.
Many spectators outside began to frown, voicing doubts and creating a cacophony.
"What's going on? The beast fighter is chatting with the fierce beast?"
"Boss, aren't you going to check what's happening? Are they fighting or not?"
"Refund! Return the bets! This isn't a fight at all!"
The noise grew louder and louder. Eventually, some people started getting physical, expressing their dissatisfaction with the beast fighting arena's actions.
Those who came to watch the beast fights were mostly notable figures in the martial world, at least sect elders or martial arts school's masters.
If people of this level got angry, the fighting arena boss couldn't withstand it.
"What's going on? Niu Xuanfeng, hurry up and finish off that woman!"
The boss frowned slightly and shouted a reprimand towards the Demonic Bull Niu Xuanfeng in the arena.
'Hmm?'
Niu Xuanfeng's eyes flashed as he glanced in the boss's direction.
'This person still wants to command me?'
Originally, considering that he had helped him regain consciousness and reunite with Lantu, Niu Xuanfeng had planned to spare his life.
But now it seemed the fighting arena boss hadn't grasped the situation at all!
"Moo! Moo moo!"
The Demonic Bull Niu Xuanfeng let out a few roars, his hoof pointing at the beast fighting arena boss, giving Lantu a meaningful look.
"You mean, kill this black-hearted boss who profits from human lives and break out from here?"
"Moo!"
Niu Xuanfeng nodded vigorously. Demonic energy condensed on his horns as he prepared for a charge towards the spectator stands.