"You will surely suffer the punishment of the gods! Evil Great Xia people!"
People from the Country of India viciously posted curses online.
"Haha, I'm dying of laughter. Your Country of India is about to be wiped out—maybe figure out how to survive first!"
"Exactly. If it really comes down to it, why not sacrifice your bodies and souls to your gods? After tasting them, perhaps he'll even praise you: 'Not bad bodies and souls!'"
"Ugh! Upstairs, I don't think so. Those people from the Country of India were raised on cow dung. Whether body or soul, they reek of cow dung. Could it be that their god produces and consumes his own goods?"
"Definitely! Before their god became a Martial God, he was one of them too. As the saying goes, a dog can't stop eating shit. What do you think?"
"Seems that's how it is..."
In less than a minute, over a hundred Great Xia netizens replied. As they chatted, the topic veered off course and turned to cow dung.
All kinds of snide sarcasm left the Great Xia netizens feeling immensely satisfied. It was so cathartic.
When the people of the Country of India saw those replies, they exploded with rage and began hurling insults back, refusing to admit the facts the Great Xia netizens had stated.
Yet the more they argued back, the more feeble and powerless they appeared.
This brought the Great Xia netizens no end of amusement.
"Damn Great Xia people!"
After enjoying thirty-six beauties, Shanlilas entered sage mode and started looking for entertainment. The moment he saw the posts online, his expression turned cold.
He immediately pinned a post on the foreign internet:
"Stupid Great Xia people, I am a Divine Envoy of the Country of India. You dare insult my country and