One man and one dog arrived at the main city of the Ancient Void State via a teleportation spell formation before hurrying toward the Dead Spirit Demonic Land. Along the way, they encountered many cultivators who were flying on swords.
Are you crazy? Why aren't you leaving? Why are you blocking my way?
Dabai stuck out his tongue as he clawed at the air with his paws. His snowy-white tail spun like the propellers of an airplane, blasting air currents behind him like cannons.
Whoosh!
Dabai spoke with a disdainful expression.
"You dare to compete with me in speed? Let me show you what true speed is! Flight mode, woof! "
The Dead Spirit Demonic Land had already become a terrifying restricted area in the Kingdom of the Nine States. Even cultivators would most likely never return from that place, let alone mortals.
"You've gone too far!" The sword cultivator roared with rage, but there was nothing he could do.
The male sword cultivator: "…"
"Detestable!" The veins on the sword cultivator's forehead bulged. He had never been humiliated like this before.
The sword cultivator was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
At this moment, a sword cultivator flew past Dabai with his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced at An Lin, who was riding atop Dabai, with a disdainful expression on his face.
Fifteen minutes passed.
He wanted to prove himself, but the gap between him and An Lin only grew larger and larger.
Dabai faltered slightly upon hearing this. "Are you f * cking kidding me? You were the one who refused to submit and followed me all the way here, but now you're blaming me? Woof! "
"You can tolerate this, but I can't, woof!" Dabai was also very enraged, and the rings of wind around his paws expanded to more than double their original size as a terrifying sonic boom erupted in the air.
Pfff! A gust of wind surged toward the sword cultivator behind him as he spoke …
Soon, an even more humiliating event occurred.
This was true despair!
In reality, Dabai couldn't even muster up any more bullsh * t.
An Lin smiled but didn't say anything. Why would he let him ride on his supreme steed if he didn't coax him?
"To the Dead Spirit Demonic Land, woof!" Dabai didn't hide anything.
"Big Brother An, it's rare for me to go out with you, but you're asking me to go to the Dead Spirit Demonic Land with you? Woof! "Da Bai's body shuddered with fear upon hearing the name of that place, and he spoke with a hint of resentment.
The male Sword Cultivator gritted his teeth. "In order to humiliate me in front of me, you didn't hesitate to waste your own time and take such a long and pointless journey. You really are broad-minded!"
Its speed skyrocketed again!
It was even to the extent that after a few tens of thousands of years of evolution, that place had become even stranger and stranger. It had already formed a world of its own, and it was even to the extent that some sort of extremely terrifying Laws had been born there.
Dabai blushed. "Big Brother An, you're getting better and better at talking. Woof! "
Why are you deliberately making life difficult for me?!
The sword cultivator's expression changed drastically, madly urging the flying sword under his feet, but the flying sword's speed had already risen to its peak, and it could no longer accelerate. Finally, Dabai flew past the sword cultivator and left him behind!
We're clearly not going the same way!
But very quickly, he pondered over Dabai's words. "Wait, you said I followed you all the way? Where are you going? "
Dabai suddenly came to a realization, and he clapped his paws together. "Big Brother An, you're so smart, woof!"
"After all, if a sword cultivator isn't prideful, how can they attain the true allure of the sword dao? The sword is mainly used to kill, and its posture is cool. It's meant to be pretentious! "
An Lin immediately flared up with rage. "What are you looking at? Are you looking down on dog riders? "
That was once the most prosperous place in the Ancient Void State. However, during the golden age of the Divine Dark Dao Sect, the Bitter Blood Dark Monarch transformed the land within a radius of over five hundred kilometers into a land of blood refinement, and billions of living beings perished there.
Dabai transformed into a flowing cloud and quickly approached the sword cultivator.
The male Sword Cultivator's eyes widened. "Bullsh * t!"
His pride as a Sword Immortal gave him an unyielding spirit. Now that he was being ridiculed by a dog and being forced to fart, he was feeling extremely humiliated.
"How many farts have I given you? Now it's all gone, woof!"
Dabai drew closer and closer to the sword cultivator.
"Big Brother An, look! There are so many cultivators on flying swords! Look at how arrogant they are. It's as if I'm the greatest in this world, woof! "Dabai said disdainfully.
"Your request is really greedy!"
"Big Brother An, this guy's perseverance is amazing. He still hasn't given up on chasing us, woof!" A rare expression of approval appeared on Dabai's face.
The swordsman snorted softly and began to fly forward at a faster speed, as if he couldn't be bothered with An Lin. The arrogance and disdain in his behavior became even stronger.
After Dabai overtook the Sword Cultivator, he maintained a relatively static distance, neither too far nor too close. From time to time, he would reward the Sword Cultivator with bullsh * t.
"Don't worry about it so much. Continue with your bullshit," An Lin said.
"Hahaha … You dare to compete with Lord Dog with that broken metal? Do you feel the fear of being dominated by my Jet Flying Dog? "Dabai shook his butt at the Sword Cultivator behind him.
That male cultivator was a Late Soul Formation Sword Immortal, his speed was not to be underestimated!
From the looks of it …
An Lin also glanced at the relentless Sword Cultivator with incredulity in his eyes. He knew that he couldn't catch up to them, so why was he still so stubborn? Was this the pride of a Sword Immortal?
Bam!
The Dead Spirit Demonic Land was located in the Ancient Void State of the Kingdom of the Nine States.
Da Bai turned to the sword cultivator behind him and said in a sincere voice of admiration, "I respect you for being a true man. Just admit defeat. As long as you admit defeat, I won't feed you any more sh * t. Woof! "
Dabai grimaced. "Big Brother An, why does it sound like you're insulting me? Woof! "
Another fifteen minutes later.
It was exactly because of this that the aura of resentment there continued to surge into the heavens.
Hmm … That place was indeed terrifying, so it was no wonder that Dabai was scared.
"It's just a fight. I'm sure that despicable man riding a white dog will leave soon. I'll just have to endure for a while longer!" The Sword Cultivator consoled himself.
The male Sword Cultivator's mouth gaped open as he drew a sharp intake of breath. "Holy f * ck … We're going the same way!"
He had no hope of catching up to Dabai, but he couldn't give up either. As such, he could only continue to endure this humiliation.
An Lin explained with a gentle smile, "You have to understand them. One of the four great sects of the Kingdom of the Nine States, the Heavenly Sword Sect, is located in the Ancient Void State, so the culture of Sword Cultivators here is quite good. Everyone desires to become a powerful Sword Immortal, so it's normal for them to be arrogant."
Pfff! Dabai abruptly farted, releasing a terrifying gust of wind that crashed into the Sword Cultivator's body, making him want to die.
The Sword Cultivator's expression shifted drastically upon seeing this, as if he had been given a fright.
Can't that dog up ahead just leave on its own accord? That way, I can use the fact that we're on different paths as an excuse to not chase after that dog, and my Dao Heart won't be thwarted …
The Sword Cultivator almost had a heart attack from rage.
"Dabai, I'm here to protect you, what are you afraid of?" An Lin patted the dog's head with a smile. "No matter what danger we encounter, I'll always put your safety first."
An Lin's expression darkened. "Dabai …"
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