"You shriveled little bastard, if you've got guts, fight your grandpa one-on-one!"
"You gutless little thing, ptooey!"
Outside Inlaid City's grand formation, Ma Fei strode back with his hands on his hips, brimming with swagger as he cursed under his breath.
Hui Miqiu could not stand the sight any longer. Rolling his mung-bean eyes, he muttered, "Didn't see you come out when the fighting started."
"Now that they've run off, you're faster than anyone at charging forward."
Though he had muttered it, every word landed clearly in Ma Fei's ears. Ma Fei was displeased. Stretching his neck, he shouted, "Don't you worry about when I charge! Just tell me, did you charge or not? Any of the bosses here can criticize me, but not you."
"You..." This time, Hui Miqiu was the one left frustrated.
That was indeed how things stood, but his assigned duty was to guard the city-protecting grand formation. If he did not hide inside the formation, was he supposed to run outside instead?
Still, he had no intention of arguing. No one had ever won a war of words against Ma Fei.
That bird beak of his gave everyone a headache.
"What a pity. Three Divine Bridge Realm cultivators, and we didn't keep a single one." Lamborghini spoke regretfully. That hoof strike just now had left him savoring the feeling.
"They were Divine Bridge Realm cultivators, after all. If they were dead set on fleeing, it would be difficult for us to stop them. If we truly forced them into a desperate fight, it would also be hard for us to come out unscathed." Wang Tie Zhu shook his head.
"What do we do next?" Fahai asked in his deep, muffled voice.
"Seize territory? Grow bigger and stronger?" Lamborghini asked, thumping his chest, his eyes gleaming.