Memorial Service

"Boom…"

The goshawk carried the utterly dead lizard over to Ou Yangming and Big Yellow, then he dropped the carcass hard to the ground.

"Master, your martial art is glorious, splendid, and simply unparalleled. The spirit insect couldn't resist you at all," the goshawk flattered Ou Yangming without any hesitation.

Big Yellow widened its eyes. It looked at the disintegrated centipede then at the calm Ou Yangming, who was holding a military saber. It felt like he contributed the most in the fight.

Nonetheless, the big yellow dog immediately shook its head and barked.

"Goshawk, which one of your eyes saw that? I was the one that killed the insect!"

The goshawk cast a cold look at Big Yellow. Although it did not say a word, its indifference perfectly expressed its attitude.

'What do you think you are? How could you have resisted a real spirit beast and kill it when it's from the upper realm?'