Little Ove firmly pressed his skull onto his cervical vertebrae, then swung his longsword and shrieked sharply at Gou Site, "Gou Site, you shameless wraith, you greedy evil spirit—duel me! I'll refine you into an evil spirit soul pearl and set you into my pure-gold toilet!"
The Dragon Witch King helplessly slapped his forehead. He glared furiously at Little Ove and barked, "Little Ove, stop disgracing yourself before my honored guest. A toilet? You're a skeleton—what use is a toilet to you?"
Little Ove froze for a moment, then broke into a fawning grin. "Ah, revered master, my golden toilet is specially made for several of my pet Abyssal Demon Elephants. It's made of pure gold; even their several-meter-wide backsides can sit steadily on it!"
Lin Qi rolled his eyes. This fellow—this fellow was simply the disgrace of all undead.
Meanwhile, Gou Site howled himself hoarse, "Little Ove, how dare you insult me?"
Little Ove immediately leaped onto the armrest of his throne, waving his arms and twisting about. "I insulted you, so what? Bite me if you can! Come on, bite me if you've got the guts! Look, every bone of your Uncle Little Ove is smooth and gleaming, white as snow. If your teeth are good enough, come bite me! Woof, woof! Asir's little dog Gou Site, come bite your uncle's bones!"
Seeing Gou Site and Little Ove turn the sacred and solemn Hall of the Undead into a bustling marketplace, Asir roared in rage and embarrassment, "Silence!"
A vast divine might surged forth like rolling tides. Asir's body swelled to nearly twice its size, wrapped in a mass of dark purple ghostfire. The bone-piercing chill made all the undead experts present shudder violently. Standing atop the platform and looking down upon the Dragon Witch King, Asir asked