Hearing Hua Yunfei's words, Wang Xuan clenched the hand behind his back and gritted his teeth. His expression darkened, but he didn't respond right away.
The Imperial Court Giants all fell silent, their eyes seeming to spit flames. They were deeply displeased with Yellow Springs Sacred Ancestor, Profound Nether Empress, Emperor Chen, and the others.
Six against four, with the advantage in numbers, and they still couldn't win. Worse, they'd lost so miserably. Had they spent all these years raising a bunch of good-for-nothings?
And earlier, when they'd told them to stop Gaishi from descending, the fools hadn't listened. They'd been so confident. And now look at them—they'd lost miserably!
Of the six Quasi-Immortal Emperors, only the one fighting the Hell Lord was still standing, and even he was on the back foot. If the battle dragged on, he was bound to lose.
This was a truly appalling record!
"Hmph, what a bunch of good-for-nothings." Hong Wang snorted, trembling with rage.
"They cultivated the scriptures we passed down, yet they're still this weak. No wonder they're the heavens' good-for-nothings," Yang King said without the slightest mercy.
"Bunch of imbeciles!" Yuan Wang, in Hua Yunfei's hand, was shouting too, furious beyond words.
The other people were just as angry as the three of them, convinced that Yellow Springs Sacred Ancestor and the others were utterly incompetent.
"I'm dying laughing. You're blaming them? If you're so great, get out there and fight yourselves! They risked their lives working for you, and you still think they're lousy. You're shameless beyond belief." Wude crossed his arms, clearly the sort who loved to watch the chaos unfold.
"Exactly. If it were This King, I wouldn't keep risking my life for you either. You don't deserve it," Long Aotian said, chiming in with Wude.
"Shut up!"