Chapter 1137: Hell Golden Retriever

"I...I will be your dog!"

Finally, Kamari Gold's fierce old face relaxed, and he appeared to age a decade in just a moment, speaking weakly.

Whoosh!

Kamari Gold's choice surprised everyone, including Wyatt Barnes.

"Kamari Gold actually chose to be his dog?"

"Rather be a dog than die... It seems that Kamari Gold values his life more than his dignity!"

"When faced with a life-or-death decision, even the dignity of a Martial Emperor is as light as a feather."

...

Many aboard the flying boat commented with sighs.

The words of these people reached Kamari Gold's ears, causing violent fluctuations in his emotions, and involuntary cold light flashed in his eyes, wishing he could slaughter all of them.

But he ultimately made no move.

He was now a dog, the dog of the purple-clad young man before him.

His master had not yet spoken, so naturally, as a dog, he could not bite people randomly. If he displeased his master, he surely would not escape the consequences.

Clearly.