The Eastern King wasn't angry; instead, he smiled slightly and retorted, "You indeed have some skills, having become a Creator, but so what? You established two Divine Dynasties, both of which were replaced, like a dog being kicked off the throne. Are you proud of that?"
The smile on Haotian God's face disappeared, becoming somewhat rigid.
The barks-at-heaven dog whimpered twice, feeling a bit aggrieved.
What's wrong with being a dog? What does it mean to be like a dog?
It felt that the Eastern King was looking down on it, but the barks-at-heaven dog didn't dare to act out.
"Stay calm, he's not of your kind, not even as good as you."
Yang Jian patted the barks-at-heaven dog's head.
Only then did the barks-at-heaven dog calm down; its owner had insight.
Haotian God turned his gaze, staring at Yang Jian and the barks-at-heaven dog, with killing intent crossing in his eyes.
Clearly, he was somewhat angry, being compared to a dog; no one could endure that.
