With a low growl, he glared fiercely at Black Emperor, eyeing him like a tiger stalking prey. "Damn dog, believe it or not, I'll stew you right now and treat everyone to braised dog meat!"
For some unknown reason.
The tiger and the dog seemed to be born at odds.
Over the past few days, they had constantly found each other intolerable. Whenever they got together, they would start trading barbs within three sentences, or simply come to blows.
Yet both had outrageously powerful bodies, and neither could do anything to the other.
However, Little White Tiger had his own pride and disdained using divine abilities and Dao arts to suppress his opponent.
He was determined to fight the other head-on with his body and overpower this black dog.
Black Emperor, too, refused to believe he could not win.
After all, Great Emperor Wushi had forged his Dao foundation with supreme Emperor Blood.
It was one thing for his body to fall short of Ye Fan's monstrously powerful Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.
But he truly refused to believe that he could not match a Heavenly Demon Physique.
As a result, the tiger and dog, both of whom followed the path of a beast king and retained their original forms rather than deliberately taking human shape, often ended up battered on both sides, beating each other's faces black and blue.
Relatively speaking, though, Little White Tiger had the stronger body and held something of an advantage.
Although Black Emperor occasionally turned the tables, he was suppressed most of the time.
This only made Little White Tiger increasingly smug and high-handed in front of him.
It left Black Emperor gritting his teeth with hatred.
"A tiger throwing his weight around with someone else's backing! You think this emperor is afraid of you?"