An old man stepped forward, cold and ruthless. He decided Ye Fan's fate, intending to execute him immediately.
"What's with your arrogance, old fellow? Didn't you see this emperor here? Get over here and pay your respects!" the Black Emperor swaggered, its four large paws pressing on the ground, sticking out its bright red tongue as it scolded.
As a Grand Elder of a Sacred Land, he was incredibly respected. Who would dare speak to him like this? Being mocked by a mere dog outraged him. He desperately wanted to curse, but because of his status and face, he held back. That damn dog! he thought.
"Hey, you mangy mutt! This emperor is talking to you, didn't you hear?" the big black dog snarled, glaring sideways. "You like finding people guilty, don't you? Well, I'll give you a taste of your own medicine! Come here and meet your doom!"
"I'll slaughter you!"
Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a person of such eminence. Who dared to defy him? He was instantly furious.
