Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

Attack in all directions.

"Hahahaha, a bunch of old dogs, why are you retreating?" Pojun laughed.

"What? Are you scared to death?" Qi Sha also teased.

Above the sky, the aura of Pojun, Tanlang and Qisha was as deep as the abyss.

Although he was confronting the emperor at the end of the ancient road, his momentum was not inferior at all, but rather a bit playful.

“Tsk tsk tsk, I’m talking about those old black vines, rotten bones, and iron lumps across the way!”

Po Jun's voice was like a bell, shaking the galaxy, and it was filled with undisguised mockery. "Didn't you just clamor to flatten the Earth and harvest all the souls?"

"Why are you retreating back into your ancient tortoise shells like a frightened turtle?"

"Are you afraid of Ning Feng's fist, or are you afraid of the sharp blades in our hands, which will chop off your lingering dog heads?"

Tan Lang swung his spear in a flower pattern, pointing the tip of the spear at an ancient road shrouded in black mist. He sneered, "Old Black Vine, weren't your tentacles stretched out quite long just now?"

"You're shrinking so quickly now. Could it be that you're getting old and useless, and you don't even have the courage to face us?"

"It's a waste of your endless life. You've lived like a dog."

Qi Sha was the most direct, his gaze beneath the black robe was as cold as ten thousand years of black ice.

The voice was not loud, but it carried a piercing chill that penetrated the ancient road barrier: "A bunch of withered bones in a tomb, only daring to drive ants to their deaths."

"Emperor? Ha, you are nothing but a termite that steals the authority of Heaven and commits acts of extinction. Your Dao hearts have long been rotten, how dare you be called an emperor?"

"If you retreat today, we will come to your lair in person one day and crush your so-called thrones one by one!"

The three of them had no dignity of an emperor at all, and they just cursed and mocked him openly.

In the ancient road, a group of emperors were furious and the laws were boiling.

When have they ever been humiliated like this?

They have always been high and mighty, reaping the benefits of all living things. They have never been treated like this before.

"Pojun, don't be so arrogant! If the three of you hadn't come here by force and disrupted the order, this world would have been destroyed long ago!"

The Black Vine King's voice was filled with suppressed anger. Black vines grew wildly on the ancient road, but were restricted by an invisible barrier.

"You little tyrant, you have a sharp tongue. When I, the Emperor, descend in my true form, will tear your mouth apart!"

On another ancient road, a harsh sound like metal friction came.

"Seven Killers...your path of annihilation will eventually be purified by our glory!" An emperor responded coldly, with a sense of condescending judgment.

The two sides cursed each other from a distance, and the laws between their words collided, causing thousands of ripples.

Although they didn't fight directly again, the war of words was still very serious.

Every word and sentence caused the avenue to roar, which was a thousand times more dangerous than ordinary verbal abuse.

"These old guys are really difficult to deal with."

Ning Feng looked at the sky and shook his head.

He did not join in the verbal fight in the sky and let the two sides confront each other. At this time, this group of emperor-level powerhouses seemed to be talking and not taking action, but in fact, it was also extremely dangerous.

Enveloped by the power of the imperial way, it carries the rules of the great way.

He slowly landed and stepped onto the devastated earth.

With every step you take, you can feel the earth's cry.

The once prosperous city has turned into ruins, mountains and rivers have shifted, rivers have dried up, huge cracks are bottomless, and magma is still gurgling in some places.

Scattered on the charred land were broken weapons, blood-stained battle flags, and bodies that had not yet been collected.

Some are human, some are reapers, and some reapers who died in battle revealed their original forms.

They are all varied and strange, and look like a group of monsters.

But Ning Feng no longer cared about this.

The strong smell of blood and the burnt smell after the annihilation of energy mixed together, pungent and unpleasant.

He walked through a huge pit, which was the mark left by the Bone Dragon King's fall and impact.

There was still a pale green phosphorus burning tenaciously on the edge, eroding the land.

He saw the remaining warriors silently carrying the bodies of their companions and treating the wounded in the ruins.

Everyone's face was filled with exhaustion, but there was no joy of surviving the disaster, only grief.

Earth won briefly, but at the cost of shattered mountains and rivers and rivers of blood.