The leading celestial-level mirage ant, Jixuan, was quite arrogant, and Ying Heng showed him no courtesy whatsoever.
"Daoist Ying Heng, these Ghostmist Fleakuns were originally driven here by your people. If you refuse to help us deal with them, don't blame us when we drive them back and file a complaint with the Heavenly Court." Jixuan's pair of ant eyes looked exceedingly vicious as he made no attempt to conceal his threat.
"It seems this wasn't your idea alone. Ying Feng, who returned from Weishan Immortal Domain, was also one of the instigators, wasn't he? When the time comes, the Ant King will certainly file a complaint with the Heavenly Court as well. Not one of you will escape."
"Those in the know would recognize you as a capable general under the Mirage Ant Beast King. Those who don't would think you were some stray dog from nowhere. Use whatever tricks you have. If you truly have the ability to drive the Ghostmist Fleakuns back, that's your own skill. If you lack the ability, then stop disgracing yourselves here."
Originally, the other party had only been looking for Ying Heng, and Lu Xiaotian would have simply pretended not to see it. But since they had brought him into it, if he continued to hide his head like a turtle, his work at the South Sea Dragon Palace would probably become difficult later on. After all, he might have to move between battlefields in the future. Without any prestige, many things would be inconvenient to carry out. Among the Demon Race, survival of the fittest was displayed even more directly than in the Heavenly Court.
When it came to important celestial officials in the Heavenly Court, such as Miao Qianmu and the Twelve Star Guards, Lu Xiaotian naturally acted extremely respectful