"Ten Kings, Eight Kings, whatever-none of them are worth mentioning in front of you, big brother. You're the true King of Kings!
With a wave of your hand, heaven and earth change color. With a stomp of your foot, every enemy bows before you. You're the very definition of invincible. You're... a god!"
Painter's flattery grew more and more extravagant, but Zhou Zhenjiang lapped it up, his bloodshot eyes brimming with brutality and madness.
"Hahaha... you're right! Only the title of god is worthy of me, Zhou Zhenjiang!"
He's insane! This dumbass has completely lost it. Looks like this Domain Divine Power is bad news.
Painter silently griped to himself. Still, madness was good too. It made Zhou Zhenjiang all the easier to use.
A little later, Zhou Zhenjiang left, thoroughly satisfied, and the two of them were assigned a room to rest and recover.
Painter first hurled the Black Coffin on his back onto the floor, then collapsed onto the bed.
"Whew... I'm exhausted. Finally, I can get some rest."
"Why didn't you run earlier?" Gu Huangquan's muffled voice came from inside the Black Coffin.
Painter lay sprawled on the bed, legs spread, and snapped, "How was I supposed to run? First Azure Dragon beat the hell out of me, then Zhou Zhenjiang did the same. I was nearly beaten to death."
The voice inside the Black Coffin fell silent for a moment, then said hollowly, "I was the one beaten to death."
"The blows landed on you, but the pain was in my heart. My heart nearly died from the pain."
"Are you sure you weren't nearly dying of delight?"
Painter: "..."
Gu Huangquan continued, "With your strength, escaping Zhou Zhenjiang's domain shouldn't have been difficult. Yet you deliberately made him your big brother. Were you planning to