Zhu Zhishan laughed mockingly.
Dong Xiang stamped her foot, flushed with shame and anger.
Duo Ming Shu Sheng was so furious that he nearly drew his sword. Only after searching everywhere without finding it did he remember that Tang Bohu had confiscated it.
"What, you want to hit me?"
Zhu Zhishan taunted him mercilessly, pointing at his own face.
"Come on. Come on! Hit me!"
"You shameless bastard!"
Duo Ming Shu Sheng surged forward in a rage and kicked at him, only for Tang Bohu to block it with a wave of his hand.
Duo Ming Shu Sheng snapped,
"Tang Bohu, are you challenging me to a duel?"
Tang Bohu could not be bothered to respond.
Zhu Zhishan only grew more enthusiastic, wiggling his hips and backside at Duo Ming Shu Sheng and pulling faces now and then.
Duo Ming Shu Sheng nearly exploded with fury. He screamed twice, then pointed at Zhu Zhishan.
"In all my decades as Duo Ming Shu Sheng, I've never met a bastard as utterly shameless as you!"
"Whatever I am, I'm still better than you."
Zhu Zhishan grinned, utterly unashamed.
After all those years of torment in the Underworld, he had not perfected much else, but his thick skin had been tempered to its absolute limit.
Duo Ming Shu Sheng's verbal attacks did precisely zero damage to Zhu Zhishan.
Duo Ming Shu Sheng seemed to realize this too. Forcing himself to calm down, he began mocking him in turn.
"You're already dead. If you really go home, who knows whether your soul will scatter into nothing? As I recall, our world has no ghosts! A dead man like you actually dreams of joining the Nine Provinces Divine Sect and becoming the sect leader's disciple? Take a good look at yourself!"
"..."
That nearly broke