Over the next three days, Qin He finally witnessed just how formidable Ma Fei's skill at cursing people truly was.
When ordinary people cursed too much and ran out of words, they started repeating themselves like a cartwheel rolling in circles.
But not Ma Fei. It could curse for one or two shichen without repeating itself, and only after a very long time would it finally start recycling insults.
It couldn't be helped. Though one's ancestors spanned eighteen generations, there were still only eighteen generations. Sooner or later, it would finish greeting every last one of them.
The words were exceptionally vile—more precisely, the cursing was filthy.
Even Qin He's ears had had enough.
If word of this got out, where would Great Immortal Green Ox's mighty reputation be?
See no evil, hear no evil. For the sake of slaying demons and vanquishing devils, I, Great Immortal Green Ox, had even cast aside my dignity.
Three days later, Ma Fei itself could no longer endure it.
After all, it had been cursing at empty air for three whole days. No matter what it said, even if it were transmitting its voice across a thousand miles, there was no response.
It had already been unable to bear it after one day, but Lamborghini coerced and tempted it into cursing for another day.
The following day, Little Sable smacked it on the head with a paw, forcing it to curse for yet another day. By the time night fell, it finally played dead and begged for mercy. "Master, I can't take it anymore. My throat's about to start smoking. I can't, I can't."
"That broken-gong voice of yours can smoke if it wants to. What does it matter? I've got some Primordial Flower Dew here; I can use it to soothe your