The Branch Master had every reason to suspect that Xi Jiu was cursing him!
He could let one or two remarks slide as Xi Jiu being rattled, but the kid just kept going.
Dong Cheng hurriedly said, "No, Branch Master, he was cursing... cursing this whole situation, this bizarre martial world, this chaotic city, and our miserable, tragic fate!"
The Branch Master had already run out of patience. "Quit feeding me bullshit. What the hell happened? Who hit whom, who stopped whom—why is this such a mess?"
"Oh my god, that was already the simplified version! I guarantee that if you saw what really happened, you'd lose your mind!"
"No, what happened in the end? Explain it clearly!"
"Later, the Young Master hugged a huge rock and kept smashing it against himself; his junior brother grabbed a massive wooden club and kept hammering his own head with it; Zhao Ritian was the worst—he spread his legs and kept smashing himself in the crotch like he wasn't beating his own family jewels! He was ruthless!"
Xi Jiu leaned closer again. "Branch Master, do you know what it feels like to smash your own crotch?"
"How the hell would I know?!" the Branch Master roared. "Dong Cheng, can you make Xi Jiu shut up for a second?! And what are you even talking about? Are you sick? The three of them were collectively mutilating themselves over there?"
Dong Cheng said, "Branch Master, you already can't believe it at this point, right? Then you definitely won't believe what comes next!"
"What!? Are you two insane!?"
Xi Jiu said, "Branch Master, they're the insane ones!"
Dong Cheng said, "In the end! The Young Master voluntarily bent over and told his junior brother to blow him apart! And he specifically wanted him to use that