He was Jin Yan, and compared to his senior brothers, he had a far more explosive temper.
Dongfang Qintai narrowed his eyes. "Do you still think you are the Buddha Soil of old, where everyone possessed peerless battle prowess?"
"Do not forget, you have already declined. You can only gasp for breath in the remote borders of Cloud Province. Do you not understand that even a lion fighting a rabbit must use its full strength?"
"Besides, in my eyes, Lin Xuan is the lion. The four of you are no different from rabbits."
Dongfang Qintai did not hold back his blows, fury blazing in his heart.
This damned Buddha Soil truly did not take his words seriously. His message to the Upper Realm had clearly laid out every detail of Lin Xuan's intelligence, yet in the end, they had sent only a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals?
How was this any different from sending heads to the chopping block?
"My lord looks down on our Buddha Soil so much?"
Jin Ran spoke as well, obvious anger rising on his face.
They were powerful figures from the Upper Realm. To the Three Thousand Realms, they were immortals, supreme existences. Their pride had always stood lofty.
In the Upper Realm, they might have been mere lowly figures, but here they stood high above all others. They had clearly yet to adapt to the shift from phoenix tails to chicken heads; reality needed to give them each two hard slaps.
"Though the Buddha Soil has declined, it will not be long before we return to our peak and reclaim the glory of the past."
Finally, Jin Huo spoke, his tone carrying the same trace of arrogance.
Dongfang Qintai's gaze was cold and clear, and he looked at them as though they were