The Vast Dog Emperor

A strong sword light flashed across the starry sky.

Behind the sword light, a terrifying figure followed, rushing through the entire starry river with the mighty posture of a quasi-sage, charging and killing all the way.

If this was really Chen Xia, then beheading him would be considered a great achievement, and the few saintly opportunities and treasures could also be taken, which would be a not small harvest.

The quasi-sage concentrated his mind, pointed at his forehead with one hand, and a majestic flood dragon aura emerged. His whole body's spiritual energy took on the form of a white dragon, and he increased his speed slightly, shortening the distance between him and the sword light.

Chen Xia was indeed worthy of being the number one genius in heaven. His escape skills were very amazing, presumably he had specially studied them. Even he, a quasi-sage, couldn't catch up to him in a short time, so he could only use his innate white dragon aura to forcibly increase his speed.

The distant sword light seemed to see the quasi-sage White Dragon's accelerated speed, and it hummed lightly, speeding up the sword, instantly tearing through thousands of miles of starry sky.

But this time it did not shake him off again.

The White Dragon quasi-sage was just following the sword light, and had even approached it. He waved his hand down, and suddenly the thousand-zhang dragon claws patted down, stirring up a spiritual force vortex, blowing apart some of the sword light, revealing the vast and mighty image of flying swords within.

At a rough glance, there were probably tens of thousands of flying swords gathered together.

It was the first time the Celestial Dragon quasi-sage had seen so many flying swords gathered together, and he was a little surprised, but soon shook his head and disdainfully said, "Just some inferior flying swords, making a mystifying show."

His eyes flashed with pure vertical pupils, and he uttered a clear dragon chant with just a light open of his mouth, shaking the starry sky within hundreds of miles, making the dim stars shatter by 30%, and dispersing most of the sword energy.

Thus, the human figure shrouded in the sword light was revealed.

The White Dragon quasi-sage frowned in surprise and said, "Xu Zhen?!"

Within the sword light was indeed Xu Zhen. At this moment, her face was calm as she looked at the White Dragon quasi-sage. In her hand, she held the bronze sword Chen Xia had given her, and her eyes glanced around slightly.

Her escape had been interrupted rather abruptly. According to her estimate, she should have been able to hold out for another half an hour, which was also consistent with the time she had previously discussed with Chen Xia.

She just didn't expect that this White Dragon quasi-sage had actually used his flood dragon origin, and it had really worked.

Xu Zhen let out a breath. Since escape was useless, then she would have to hold out for half an hour by fighting hard. That should be acceptable too.

The White Dragon quasi-sage's brows were raised arrogantly. He stroked his chin with his fingers, making a scratching sound, and laughed.

"What a good strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain. I didn't expect you to dare to use your own safety to lure away a quasi-sage. But are you really sure that Chen Xia and Wang Yangzi can kill the other quasi-sage?"

"Without a doubt," Xu Zhen replied flatly and firmly.

"Hahaha." The White Dragon quasi-sage shook his head. "I don't know if it's confidence or arrogance. Let's change the topic. Even if they can kill the other quasi-sage, what will you do?"

"The fall of a top genius of the Immortal Realm is also an acceptable good thing to me."

"No, it won't be," Xu Zhen's reply was still brief as she gripped the bronze sword tightly, her eyes resolute.

"It's not up to you to decide whether it will or will not be," the White Dragon quasi-sage shook his head. He stretched out his left hand covered with pure white dragon scales and held up three fingers, grinning and saying,

"You probably haven't glimpsed the threshold of transcending mundanity and entering into holiness yet. So, how long can a peak Heavenly Layer genius like you last in front of me?"

"One quarter hour, half a quarter hour, one hundred breaths, or thirty breaths?"

"To be able to kill a top genius of the Immortal Realm with my own hands makes me feel a long-lost boiling of my hot blood. I really have to thank you."

The White Dragon quasi-sage laughed and stroked his chin with his palm as he looked at Xu Zhen, as if looking at a lovely prey that he was about to hunt and capture.

The dim starry sky was silent. Only the magnificent white dragon aura shuttled through the starry sky, distorted and abstract.

Xu Zhen gripped her sword tightly.

Could she really hold out for half an hour?

She didn't know herself, but she had to at least try. Avoiding was inevitable.

A wind rose, as if urging her to draw her sword.

The White Dragon quasi-sage looked at her with a grin, waiting for her to draw her sword, wanting to see the prey's last counterattack before death, like a cat playing with a mouse at the end.

"How long can you last under my hand then?"

An abrupt voice suddenly rang out from the entire starry sky, very soft, but it shocked the White Dragon quasi-sage.

He frowned, suddenly turned around, and looked behind the firmament.

Not high up.

At some unknown point in time.

A fuzzy figure stood there, its appearance unclear.

If one looked closely, one could vaguely discern a fuzzy outline.

It didn't look like a human figure.

It looked like a...

standing dog?

The White Dragon quasi-sage frowned even more, with some irritation in his brows and eyes, and said coldly, "What thing dares to make a mystifying show in front of me?!"

The dog-like figure above stepped out. It really was a pure big yellow dog, with no outstanding features at all. It just stood there with its hands behind its back, its eyes not even looking at the White Dragon quasi-sage, but staring at Xu Zhen.

At this moment, there was some smile in the big yellow dog's eyes, but it soon disappeared as it looked towards the White Dragon quasi-sage. It raised its brows slightly and disdainfully said,

"A small saint, a small insect."

There was obvious anger between the White Dragon quasi-sage's brows and eyes. He said coldly, "I'll kill you beast first, then..."

Bang!

A pitch-black palm emerged from the starry sky, pinching the White Dragon quasi-sage into its palm. Blood splattered as the soul wailed.

"Noisy," the big yellow dog shook its head disdainfully.

The pitch-black palm squeezed again tightly, and the wailing soul gradually faded away.

When the pitch-black palm opened, there were only the remaining flesh and blood fragments in the starry sky.

The big yellow dog waved its hand lightly, blowing away the fragments. Its face was calm. Killing a quasi-sage was no different from crushing a small insect to it.

When it looked at Xu Zhen again, there was a smile on its face. Its dog mouth grinned wide open, looking very enthusiastic as it said to the cautious and puzzled Xu Zhen,

"You are Xu Zhen, right? I've heard Chen Xia mention you a few times."

Xu Zhen's cautious brows relaxed slightly as she asked back, "You are the big yellow dog that Chen Xia often talks about?"

She really couldn't associate such a powerful being with a big yellow dog.

"Yes, yes, I am the big yellow dog, haha," the big yellow dog quickly admitted with a grin still on his face and no trace of his usual aloofness. He laughed and said,

"I was anxious waiting outside, so I forcibly squeezed in when the gate of the Great Death Realm first opened. After all, Chen Xia is my stepbrother, so helping you is the right thing to do."

"Okay...okay," Xu Zhen hesitantly uttered twice. She still couldn't quite believe it as she looked at the big yellow dog. She didn't expect that there would really be powerful beings who looked like this.

The big yellow dog was still very happy. With both hands behind him and a big smile, he interpreted "walking the human path" to the extreme.

When it saw Xu Zhen, it would think of Chen Xia, and naturally think of the days at the Blue Sky Sword Sea.

At that time, it was not the Blue Vast quasi-emperor, only the big yellow dog.

Not asking about worldly affairs, just eating its fill and sleeping.

Whether it was karma or calculation that led to the encounter with Chen Xia, in short they had met.

It never wanted to think too much, only knowing that Chen Xia was his master that he had bowed to, his stepbrother, and that was enough.

If anyone dared say anything else, it would mess up its mindset.

They must die!

Good night everyone.