(A side story about the Dharma King and Chen Lao Liu)
The fourth year of the apocalypse.
"Little Black, how about we team up and become sworn brothers? With our strength combined, we'd be invincible. We'd live the good life."
Chen Luo had heard that the Thunder Dharma King was nearby, so he went to find him.
Although Chen Luo had reached king rank and mastered Void Walk, which made him impossible to defeat, no one could do anything to him.
His attacks, however, were downright pathetic. Among king-rank fighters, no one could kill him, but he couldn't beat anyone either.
All he could do when he encountered someone at king rank was run. How embarrassing.
If he had a dog for a brother, he wouldn't have to be scared the next time he met another king-rank fighter. He could just shut the door and unleash the dog.
Chen Luo looked at the cold, aloof Dharma King, who stood nearly three meters tall, and his heart surged with excitement.
No one knew whether the Thunder Dharma King was the strongest at king rank. After all, no one had ever held a World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament.
But the Thunder Dharma King really had punished wave after wave of survivors who ate dog meat.
Apparently, someone called Wild Thunder had resented being ranked below the Dharma King and gone looking for him.
The support went out to place a ward and never came back!
Wild Thunder picked a fight and died a miserable death!
So strong. This dog was just too strong.
People often cursed Chen Luo for being such a cowardly camper, and he wondered whether he could team up with the Dharma King.
The Dharma King's emotionless canine eyes stared at Chen Luo. Team up?
By then, the