The Patriarch Was Asking for It

Lu Chengwen was baffled too.

What the hell was wrong with this idiot?!

Long Aotian narrowed his eyes.

Something's wrong with this idiot! Definitely wrong!

Zhao Ritian looked confused.

He stared at Lu Chengwen. "You're handsome?"

Lu Chengwen looked back at him. "I'm handsome."

"You're only a tiny bit better-looking than Poop-Spraying Dragon!"

Lu Chengwen crooked a finger at Zhao Ritian. When Zhao Ritian leaned in, Lu Chengwen whispered in his ear,

"Dumbass."

Zhao Ritian froze, then pointed at Lu Chengwen. "Say that again! You think I won't kill you right now?"

Long Aotian sneered and shook his head. "Moron."

Zhao Ritian whipped around and slapped Long Aotian across the face. "I don't need a reason to hit you!"

Long Aotian flew into a rage and was about to strike, but Lu Chengwen stopped him. "Hey, hey, hey, Senior Disciple Brother. Why sink to a fool's level? We need to stick together! There's strength in numbers!"

Zhao Ritian pointed at Lu Chengwen. "And you, Lu, quit pretending you're a good guy! I've figured it out. Of everyone in the world, you're the worst! All smiles and buddy-buddy on the outside, but you're rotten to the core and full of dirty tricks!"

Long Aotian blinked, then gave him a thumbs-up. "Well, look at that! The fool's learning! Haha!"

Smack! Zhao Ritian slapped Long Aotian again. "Did I ask for your praise?!"

"Why, you fucking—"

"Enough, all of you!" Yu Kuohai roared.

The three of them were startled by the explosive shout.

Yu Kuohai's internal energy was immense. Luckily, all three were skilled fighters. Anyone below the Middle Four Gates would probably have coughed up blood from that shout alone.

One move was enough to reveal an expert.

That single roar shook all three brothers to the core.

*So this is what