"Did you notice?"
Noticing the old dragon's expression change, Xiao Jinghong couldn't help laughing. "You didn't bring that pitch-black halberd with you, and you don't have any friends around to help you out. Looks like you're all alone now, huh?"
"You filthy bug. You should've kept a low profile, but you actually dared to come out and bathe in broad daylight. At last, I've caught you red-handed!"
"Today, I'm going to teach you a good lesson, you crawling worm. That'll teach you to remember!"
"Shameless rat! You don't think your Dragon Grandpa's actually afraid of you just because he didn't bring his weapon today, do you?"
The Nether Dragon Ancestor was furious. His words were still forceful, but they lacked a little of their usual conviction.
Besides, for the past several hundred years, the Ten Thousand Demon Lair had kept the Dao Alliance's head bowed. There had to be a trap behind these bull-nosed priests' audacity in coming straight to his doorstep today.
As if he had seen through the old dragon's thoughts, Xiao Jinghong slowly descended from the seven-colored auspicious clouds, his ancient Daoist robe fluttering in the breeze. "Stop guessing, you filthy bug. I came here for one reason and one reason only: to remind you lot that we grandpas haven't had a bath in a good few hundred years!"
Then he slowly raised his middle finger and waggled it from side to side. "You filthy bugs, the world has changed!"
As his words fell, the surrounding mountains suddenly shuddered, and countless shards of rock and dust rose into the air.
Above Xiao Jinghong's head, they gathered into a gigantic palm that blotted out the sky.
Before that enormous hand, even the Nether Dragon Ancestor, whose body stretched hundreds of zhang, looked like a tiny loach in a