Shi Yongheng looked at the dazzling golden beast. It resembled a lion, its golden fur flowing with radiant light as though it had been forged from gold. Its powerful blood energy seemed to warp the very air around it.
Its gaze swept brazenly over Shi Yongheng as it said arrogantly, "You look agreeable enough. Follow me. Why haven't you come over and knelt before your master yet?"
Tianyu could tell that it was merely at the Blood Moving Realm. Though it possessed the aura of a hundred thousand jin, it was far inferior to himself.
"Big Golden Dog, you're quite arrogant. I'll return those words to you—follow me."
Runes flowed within his eyes. He sensed the surging blood energy within Big Golden Dog's body, containing tremendous power, yet it was still impure. It remained a descendant, not pure-blooded.
Seeing that Shi Yongheng still dared speak to it like this, Big Golden Dog realized that if it did not display its invincible bearing, this fellow would never understand what reverence was.
Boom.
Terrifying power erupted. Cracks spread across the hard ground beneath its feet, unable to withstand its dreadful aura. The air rumbled as a phantom Qilin appeared. Its ferocious might pressed down until heaven and earth themselves trembled.
It was a Qilin, not a dog. That needed correcting.
"Are you fucking blind? I am a noble Qilin, not a dog!"
"Dog or Qilin, it makes no difference. Even if you are a Qilin, you're just a mixed-blood Qilin."
He had been worrying about how to stabilize his realm. Just when he got sleepy, someone delivered him a pillow.
What better way was there to consolidate his cultivation than through battle?
Boom.
The ground beneath his feet instantly shattered as he charged toward Big Golden Dog. Runes coiled around his palm,