"Today, I will avenge Master and Jiuyou!" Han Qi stared at the Long Ming Sword, squinting his eyes.

　　It's really funny.

　　In the original book, he killed the Jiuyou sect leader with the Long Ming Sword, so what is he pretending to do here now? Han Qi released a stream of spiritual energy, and Mutian unleashed a burst of demonic power.

　　The two forces collided and were evenly matched, but my dog's eyes could see that Mutian's demonic power was slowly releasing strands of black energy.

　　The demonic power entangled Han Qi's spiritual energy, slowly strangling and devouring it.

　　Han Qi was not a match for Mutian, and he seemed to realize this, decisively unsheathing his sword.

　　His sword shimmered silver, no worse than the Long Ming Sword.

　　But some people are greedy and want the best.

　　Empowered by the divine weapon, Han Qi pressed on relentlessly.

　　Mutian had no choice but to put me on the ground and draw the Long Ming Sword.

　　The two swords clashed, creating a dazzling display of sparks.

　　"Long Ming Sword, your previous owner was none other than Elder Hunyuan.

　　How could you willingly descend to this level and associate with people from the demonic realm!" The Long Ming Sword seemed momentarily stunned.

　　Seizing this opportunity, Han Qi stabbed towards Mutian's chest.

　　I don't know what I was thinking, my brain malfunctioned, and I rushed to stand in front of Mutian, taking the blow for him.

　　The sound of the long sword piercing flesh echoed in my mind, and the aura from the sword tip slowly corroded my flesh and blood.

　　At the same time, the Long Ming Sword decisively struck Han Qi's heart.

　　Mutian rushed over and held me in his arms.

　　In this state, do I give off a heroine-like feeling? But I am just a dog, how can I be a heroine? I struggled to help Mutian up, as I didn't want him to die.

　　But now, I didn't want to die either.

　　Honestly, I regretted it.

　　Mutian continuously infused me with demonic energy, but it was futile.

　　I was like a deflating balloon.

　　I couldn't even speak.

　　When I opened my mouth, the foul and sticky blood came pouring out.

　　I didn't want to dirty my white fur, so I didn't say anything.

　　I just gently placed my paw on Mutian's hand.

　　The sobbing in my ears became faint and elusive, and I knew I was dead.