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

The fluctuations assisting Ning Feng impacted those Heavenly Dao runes.

The Great Demon God, Ning Zhan and others also broke out, no longer aiming to kill:

Instead, he attacked the giant beasts' Heavenly Dao Runes with all his strength to create an opportunity for Ning Feng's "awakening".

For a moment, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

Countless prehistoric beasts fell into chaos, and some began to attack the monsters of the laws of heaven around them.

Some looked up to the sky and let out roars filled with pain and struggle.

Some even stopped attacking and looked at Ning Feng with confused eyes, as if trying to figure out something.

"Roar!"

At this moment, in the distance, from the top of the most majestic mountain that looked like the backbone of the ancient world, came a dragon roar full of anger and unquestionableness.

The Heavenly Dao pressure contained in the dragon's roar far exceeded that of the previous Heavenly Dao Dragon Emperor.

An indescribably huge shadow slowly rose from the top of the mountain.

That was a... five-clawed golden dragon.

But its dragon body is not made of flesh and blood, but is made up of countless heavenly chains and inlaid with runes.

Its eyes were two balls of burning icy heavenly fire.

"The incarnation of Heaven's Way... The Primordial Dragon Emperor!" The Lord's voice was filled with a hint of despair. "It is the true ruler of this layer!"

The aura of this Primordial Dragon Emperor made everyone feel a fatal threat.

Ning Feng also felt a huge pressure.

He looked at the Dragon Emperor, then at the indomitable warriors beside him, and at the heroic spirits of the ancient times who were gradually waking up in their struggle.

He took a deep breath, raised the Zetian Sword horizontally, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the Primordial Dragon Emperor.

"Dragon Emperor? I really want to try it. I haven't killed a True Emperor yet."

The voice was calm, but it spread throughout the entire prehistoric battlefield.

Platinum energy and blood surged into the sky, chaos was opened up, and the primitive world reappeared.

Ning Feng's figure was facing the Dragon Emperor created by the way of heaven from afar.

War is imminent.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and pressure filled the entire battlefield.

The Dragon Emperor's cold eyes swept over the Great Demon God, the Lord and others.

Finally, his gaze settled on Ning Feng.

The atmosphere was frozen and time and space seemed to have stopped.

The ancient Dragon Emperor, who was forged from the chains and runes of Heaven, swept his cold eyes over the Great Demon God, the Co-Lord, Yi Zhan and others.

Finally, the two gazes burning with the fire of heaven fixed on Ning Feng.

The invisible pressure was like billions of sacred mountains pressing down, trying to crush Ning Feng's will.

However, the platinum energy and blood around Ning Feng flowed naturally, and the chaotic holy body roared.

He isolated himself from the terrifying pressure and stood as straight as a pine tree.

His eyes were calm yet deep, and he looked into her eyes calmly.

"The breath of chaos... mixed with a sickening sense of familiarity..." The Primordial Dragon Emperor spoke, his voice neither male nor female, neither old nor young.

It was like the whispers of billions of living beings, cold and majestic, echoing directly in the depths of everyone's soul, "Your body... has stolen the origin of the great wilderness?"

Ning Feng has not answered yet.

The Great Demon God roared, "Bullshit! What do you mean by stealing? This is the supreme holy demon body forged by my own creation. How can a puppet like you, bound like a dumpling by the chains of Heaven, understand it?"

The Primordial Dragon Emperor turned his gaze towards the Great Demon God with a hint of indifference: "The ancient demon god bloodline... struggling ants are always particularly noisy."

The Lord stepped forward, the scroll of civilization slowly unfolding behind him. He said in a deep voice, "Dragon Emperor, you were once the supreme ruler of the wilderness, the protector of all spirits."

"Now you are willing to be a pawn of the Heavenly Dao, slaughtering the younger generation and suppressing hope. Are you still worthy of your former glory?"

"Glory?" The Primordial Dragon Emperor let out a sound that seemed neither a smile nor a cry.

The voice contained the eternal sadness and mockery, "The primitive times have long been buried, and all glory has turned to dust."

"Only 'existence' is eternal."

"Heaven has granted us immortality. Even slavery is better than complete annihilation in the vast river of time and space."

"What you call hope is nothing but an illusion that accelerates destruction."

Yi Zhan pointed his thundering axe directly at the Dragon Emperor and said in a resounding voice, "Bullshit immortality! Without free will, you exist like a puppet on a string. What's the difference between you and a stone?"