Willing to Die

Black Emperor came up to Golden Ni and sized up this fellow before him, whose appearance was actually better than his own. "From what you're saying, Black Feather—meaning Jian Yu—did it for your own good."

Golden Ni looked at the pitch-black Big Black Dog in front of him. What breed of dog was this? Was there such a dog among dog-kind? Though puzzled, he did not ask. Instead, he answered, "The fact that we can be revived, even if it isn't a true revival, is a good thing for us."

Black Emperor's brows furrowed slightly, his expression displeased, because the other party's gaze just now had actually carried a trace of contempt. Baring his teeth, he said, "Were you looking down on this emperor just now?"

"Yes."

Golden Ni did not deny it. Since the other party had asked, he had nothing to feel embarrassed about. Besides, he was an immortal now; even if he was a false immortal, he was still an immortal. What was more, in his previous life—no, in this life—he had been an existence invincible across an entire era. He said, "What breed of dog are you? You don't look purebred. You don't even count as a Remnant Species. You have no looks at all."

Su Ye, Shi Yi, and the others looked at the dark, scruffy Black Emperor, then at Golden Ni, who shone with golden light from head to toe. Truly, without comparison, there was no harm. Once compared, this dog was an embarrassment to bring out.

Black Emperor sensed the strange looks from Su Ye and the others and immediately bared his teeth, roaring, "What are you looking at? Never seen such a handsome dog before? There's nothing to say. This emperor indeed doesn't have some noble bloodline. I'm just a local mutt.