Ye Fan hurriedly dodged aside. After a bout of arguing, he realized that although this Big Black Dog was rather unusual, its strength was not particularly great.
It was roughly on par with his own, but he was a Sacred Body.
He had thought he could easily suppress Big Black, yet after half a day, neither side had gained the upper hand.
"Hold it! Who exactly are you, and why are you in Purple Mountain?"
As Ye Fan dodged the Black Emperor's snapping jaws, he questioned him.
"Hmph! Consider yourself lucky, brat."
"Brat, if you can give me a few pieces of Divine Source, I can pass down a peerless ancient scripture to you and let you soar to greatness!" the Black Emperor said.
After probing him for some time, Ye Fan had already confirmed quite a few things. The Black Emperor was sealed away and had likely once followed Great Emperor Wu Shi.
Judging from his attitude toward Great Emperor Wu Shi, the Black Emperor was extremely close to him—one could even say he worshipped him.
Although the Black Emperor cultivated the Demon Saint Art, his cultivation level was not high. Yet his body was as tough as gold and stone, making him exceedingly strange.
Leaving aside the Black Emperor's extraordinary origins, Ye Fan was certain of one thing: the Black Emperor was absolutely no good thing. He was rotten to the core.
"Ancient scripture? What ancient scripture could you possibly have? I happen to possess the Demon Emperor Scripture, a supreme cultivation art created by the Azure Emperor.
How about it? If you bring me fifty pieces of Divine Source, I can consider teaching you this cultivation art!" Ye Fan said.
The Black Emperor wanted him to trade Divine Source for an ancient scripture? He was so poor