People could only marvel. That badger, and that ox—how had their guts grown so enormous that they dared say such things? This was truly offending them to the death, leaving no escape route whatsoever.
Badger Wu Xingtian reckoned that Tattoo Palace would answer with a storm-like counterattack, that those people from Beyond the World would rise up in a swarm and fight him to the bitter end.
After all, the other three sects had already entered the arena to "warm things up." People from Paper Saint Hall, Returning Ruins, and Time Heaven had denounced him both verbally and in writing. Tattoo Palace itself would certainly make trouble too.
On the other side, Niu Bu had the same awareness. He quietly waited for a pack of haters to enter the arena and wage war against him, temporarily ignoring the three sects that had struck first.
Yet, contrary to the expectations of Badger Wu Xingtian and Fu Dao Ox, Tattoo Palace was remarkably "restrained" this time. Quiet as falling flowers, it did not make a sound. Its "cultivation" was simply too good.
"How rare. Does Tattoo Palace feel guilty too? Did I stab them right in the lungs, awaken their conscience, and make them reflect on themselves? Not bad!" Badger Wu Xingtian commented.
Fu Dao Ox felt exceedingly "gratified." The primordial blood war had erupted fifty-three years ago, and it had traded insults with a group of little haters for fifty-three years. In the end, the other side had finally "cowered."
"An ox that isn't ruthless can't stand firm. Everyone, when you encounter online violence, slander, or people splashing dirty water on you, you must fight back. Never endure it meekly. Take me as an example—look, even Tattoo Palace has shut up now!"
Fu Dao Ox swaggered as it claimed that after