"A powerful, handsome body—but I get to keep my current strength, and you have to find me a few elven goddesses so I can have a proper good time! If the great His Majesty Asir can do that, then I wouldn't mind submitting to you!"
After cackling a few times, the Skeleton King—every bone in his body trembling nonstop, looking utterly roguish—swung his leg about carelessly and said with a grin, "Well? My terms are perfectly fair and reasonable, aren't they?"
The Dragon Witch King helplessly slapped his forehead and let out a low sigh. "Shameless bastard. He's getting more and more thick-skinned. This fellow is called Little Ove. He's considered my seventh-generation disciple-grandson. I've never been able to understand how, among such solemn, rigid, deathly undead, a scoundrel like this could emerge!"
Lin Qi laughed until he could hardly close his mouth. "But I like the way he talks! Especially the way he scraped his bones with that sword—it was just too cool."
Gou Site's translucent skull-face fixed fiercely on Little Ove as he roared through gritted teeth, "Are you toying with me? Are you toying with the great His Majesty Asir?"
Little Ove briskly twisted his hips. His pelvis and thigh bones collided, producing crisp clacking sounds. Shaking every bone in his body, he shouted provocatively, "Yeah, yeah, I'm toying with you. So what? Ah-ha, and one more thing—great His Majesty Asir, if you can't let me enjoy the pleasures of the bed with elven goddesses, why do you dare claim that you're greater than the great Dragon Witch King?"
Asir stared coldly and mercilessly at Little Ove. Glancing at the undead powerhouses seated motionlessly around them, he said slowly, "Oh? You mean I am not as great as the Dragon Witch King? What do you know? I