"That's right, all because of Ra-den. That brat Lei Shen is far too disobedient, far too rebellious. He won't let me have my way, so I won't let him have an easy time either. Whatever annoys him most, that's what I'll do... Little punk, I won't kill you or beat you up. I'll just frustrate you to death. Let him come bite me."
Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Mogu'shan Palace. The petty Titan old hooligan Sarodar was complaining to Shaohao about Lei Shen.
Who said proper Titans couldn't hold grudges? Didn't Boss Hu hold grudges too? And he held them damn fiercely.
Wait... "proper" didn't seem like a fitting adjective for Boss Hu.
Shaohao did not care about that. At the moment, he stared at the Titan before him with a pained expression, feeling that this brother sometimes lived far too freely.
A deep purple fleshy tentacle extended from the strange long dagger hanging at the Titan's waist. It was currently fiddling with the Titan's neck, seemingly measuring where to strangle him to death on the spot.
"Divine Lord, do you really like to toy with these... well... Old Gods so much? And where did you find this one? Can't you just kill it?"
The moment Shaohao finished speaking, Old God Miss Salathas's round, watery eyeballs immediately glared viciously at the foul-mouthed Pandaren.
"Shut up, lowly flesh mortal. You Pandaren were nothing more than Y'Shaarj's pathetic playthings back then."
"You shut up too. Didn't I say no racial discrimination? You're not much better yourself. You don't even have a body anymore, yet you still have the nerve to discriminate against others." Boss Hu immediately shot back.
"Let me occupy a suitable body, and I will satisfy you."
"Not now."
"When, then?"
"Why are you asking so much? Wait for the notice."