Let Brother Ritian Speak

Long Aotian was nobody's fool!

One look, and he thought, Oh, hell. Is it my turn now?

If it's my turn, I could praise this Yu fellow as the Jade Emperor himself, and those three nails would probably still end up in me.

The first three Dragon Pattern Nails had already sealed his true qi, leaving him unable to use the strength he had. ????

Another three would definitely damage my cultivation and internal organs. They might even injure my dantian!

He glanced at Zhao Ritian. Blood was spurting from his nostrils, and he was choking so badly he looked ready to die.

Long Aotian immediately said, "Senior Yu, Brother Ritian hasn't had a chance to speak. I'm sure he has plenty to say. Could you let him catch his breath and say a few words?"

Yu Kuohai nodded.

Yu Funan pulled the rag from Zhao Ritian's mouth. Zhao Ritian coughed for a long while, then gave Long Aotian a grateful nod.

Zhao Ritian stood, his eyes blazing.

"Fine! You want me to talk? When you wouldn't let me speak, I had nothing to say! But now that you've given me the floor, I've got plenty to say!"

Zhao Ritian snatched up the rag and slapped it onto the floor.

"I'm Zhao Ritian. When I speak, I make people listen! If I keep quiet, fine, but once I open my mouth, you'll all have to admit I'm right!"

Yu Kuohai glanced at the Strategist, who smiled.

"Then let's hear it!"

Zhao Ritian threw back his head and laughed, then pointed imperiously at the Strategist. "You!"

He turned in a circle, pointing at them one by one. "And you, you, you, you... all of you!"

Zhao Ritian drew a deep breath. "You're all fucking idiots!"

Everyone froze.

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