"If you hadn't lost your nerve and retreated first, how would things have come to this?" Miao Qianmu said in a sinister voice.
"I made my opposition clear from the start. You stubbornly insisted on attacking first, and ended up with the Cloud Sand Puppet army biting at your heels so you couldn't get away. Not only that, you dragged tens of thousands of immortal soldiers into rescuing you. Who knows how many of them will die in this battle because of your selfish whims? If you have time to run your mouth, you'd better step aside, so we don't have to worry about looking after you when the fighting starts." Faced with Miao Qianmu's heated words, Lu Xiaotian showed no courtesy whatsoever. He had no intention of saving him any face.
"The battle is dangerous, Miao. You should return to the warships for now. Daoist Ying is right—we need reinforcements." Du Xin was troubled by the feud between Lu Xiaotian and Miao Qianmu. Though she didn't want to take sides between them, she had no choice but to first send Miao Qianmu, whose forces had already suffered heavy losses, out of the way.
The dragon Lu Xiaotian was impersonating seemed rather hard-tempered, but in Du Xin's eyes, he generally knew when to advance and when to retreat. The situation had come to this because of Miao Qianmu's arrogance and domineering ways.
Seeing that Du Xin had said the same, Miao Qianmu's face turned green, then pale. He gave a cold snort and flew toward Shao Qing's ship.
"My dozen or so clan members are on the flagship. Don't think you can pull any tricks while I'm fighting the enemy. If anything happens, it'll be your fault, and when the time comes, I won't care about the greater good." Even