In this short time, Nie Yun had seen too many such looks—expressions of those calmly marching toward death. Little Dragon had already died in battle with the Asura King once in ancient times. Was he planning to do the same again this time?
Back then, he had been unable to forgive the Netherworld Phoenix King, carrying guilt as he marched toward death. Now that the two had reconciled, why did they still have to do this?
"Nie Yun, thank you for letting the Dragon Emperor forgive me. To die together with him is my wish. Please grant it!"
The Netherworld Phoenix King smiled faintly.
His face was as flawless as Yun Xuan's, yet it carried a different kind of sincerity.
"In a moment, the Netherworld Phoenix King and I will simultaneously use the Bloodline Resonance Secret Art. You possess the Innate Dragon Body and Phoenix Wings, so you can fully withstand this power!"
Little Dragon ignored Nie Yun's thoughts and transmitted his voice on his own. "The Phoenix King and I will merge into your left and right arms, helping you raise your strength and find a way to defeat the Asura King!"
"Since you have made your decision, I know it cannot be avoided. The only thing I can do now is find a way to kill the Asura King and fulfill all your wishes!"
Seeing the determination in their eyes, Nie Yun knew persuasion was useless. They had long made up their minds. Rather than remain tangled in it, he might as well accept it openly.
Killing the Asura King had been the dream of countless generations of humanity. For that dream, they could march calmly toward death, throw themselves forward without regard for their lives, and abandon everything. And he was the one carrying out that dream.