A Chaotic Slaughter for the Bloodworld Pearl, Pausing to Question the Evil Celestial Man

What feet was he painting?

What kind of idiot was this?

The Dragon Apricot Spirit was momentarily stunned by the roar.

It was as though, at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was the Dragon Ancestor, while it was merely a little Dragon Apricot Spirit. Being scolded was only proper.

But...

Why scold it? Taking one more person out of the Apricot Realm, bringing the precious things away together—wasn't that the preliminary step before moving house? Yet before it could ask, the Second True Body launched into another barrage of abuse, utterly merciless: "Could you use that pig brain of yours for once? Even I'm extremely wary of that old Daoist—how dare you treat him like an idiot?"

"He didn't enter the Apricot Realm, and you emptied out all the valuables. Isn't that plainly telling him we already rolled up our bedding and left ahead of time?"

"Anyone with even a little brain could tell something was wrong, right?"

"Did bugs gnaw through your ancestor tree? What the hell is going on in that head of yours?!"

"I..." Long Xing was choked speechless. At this point, it too realized things had gone bad.

But how many years had it been since anyone dared to shout at it?

Even a clay figurine had three parts fire in it. As a dignified ancestor tree, how could it tolerate a human pointing fingers at it like this?

"Enough!"

The Dragon Apricot Spirit was the first to let out an explosive roar. Its branches clamped over Xu Xiaoshou's mouth, cutting off his filthy insults, before it glared red-eyed and demanded:

"You heap crimes upon another—are you without fault yourself?"

"You wish to relocate the entire realm yet forget the debt of gratitude; you seek to avoid the edge yet cannot bring yourself to cut cleanly; you