"It's the truce period right now. If you break the rules and attack, the rules will erase you." Looking at the High-Level Heavenly Vault cultivators outside the fortress, their faces flushed with fury, Nangong Wentian reminded them with a beaming smile.
"Hmph. We'll let you live a few more days!"
The High-Level Heavenly Vault cultivators all turned on their heels and left.
"Now that's more like it. Slinking away with your tails between your legs like dogs—that's the way you should be. Am I right, everyone?"
How could Nangong Wentian pass up such a great chance to mock them? He immediately unleashed a torrent of colorful insults, showering the High-Level Heavenly Vault cultivators with "praise."
"Damn, if you told me he hadn't practiced that mouth of his, I wouldn't believe you."
Forget the High-Level Heavenly Vault cultivators—even the Imperial Alliance cultivators at Yellow Fortress were stunned, left gawking in admiration.
Nangong Wentian had the strongest "verbal offense" of anyone they'd ever met. The moment he opened his mouth, the insults came pouring out.
Knowing they couldn't attack, and that staying would only bring them more humiliation, the High-Level Heavenly Vault cultivators hurried to disappear from Yellow Fortress's view.
Nangong Wentian had just taken out a suona and was about to play a tune. He shook his head in disappointment. "Why'd they run off so fast? I still had a whole act to put on."
Seeing the suona in Nangong Wentian's hand, the Imperial Alliance's emperors all wore strange expressions.
Why did this guy carry one of those around?
Wasn't that something people only used for the dead in the Mortal Realm?
"Fine. I'll put on a show next time."
Nangong Wentian walked over to Ling Fei and asked, "Any trouble at the other fortresses? We've only got one day left."