It hurt a little.
A stifled, aggrieved kind of pain—one born of being offended and provoked, yet having nowhere to vent it.
"Bastard!"
Emperor Xuanyuan finally came to his senses. He took one step forward, and all of Huyun Cave trembled. Human Dao's killing aura transformed into a blood-red dragon that roared behind him.
"I'll go cut him down right now!"
"He wants Origin of the Heavenly Dao? Then I'll use his head as an offering to the heroic souls of my Human Race who died in battle!"
"Come back!"
Emperor Fuxi barked out an order. A diagram of the Eight Trigrams appeared behind him, forcibly suppressing the blood dragon.
"Still don't understand?" Emperor Fuxi's voice carried a trace of exhaustion. "If you charge over there and kill him now, what are you within his system?"
Emperor Xuanyuan froze.
"It's... it's a 'customer' dissatisfied with the 'service fee' resorting to 'violent threats.'" Emperor Shennong picked up the Red Whip from the ground, his voice dry.
He had already begun unconsciously thinking in the other side's terminology.
That realization sent a chill down his spine.
"He has already dragged us into his rules." Emperor Fuxi closed his eyes and calculated the heavenly secrets. "If we get angry, we're being 'emotional.' If we attack, it's an 'unauthorized operation.' If we remain silent, it means we've 'defaulted to waiting in line.'"
"This... this... this!" Emperor Xuanyuan held it in for a long while, his heroic face turning liver-red. "How can there be such shameless rules in this world?"
"Rules themselves are neither shameless nor honorable. It only depends on who makes them." Emperor Fuxi opened his eyes. The countless trigrams in them were no longer calculating heavenly secrets, but frantically analyzing the logic behind that "bill."
"He wants money—no, he wants Origin of