Hearing the Nether Dragon Ancestor's accusation, Luo Yi couldn't be bothered to answer.
After all, he wasn't the Flame Wave Mad Lion. How would he know whether wearing too many green hats could twist someone's mind?
Seeing the towering figure overhead give no response and simply keep pounding its head with its fists, the Nether Dragon Ancestor struggled to open its mouth, about to continue its questioning.
But before it could get the words out, a fist carrying immense power slammed into its jaw.
Its hundred-zhang body was sent flying. It had just begun to roll across the ground to disperse the force when several chains of golden light once again bound it tight.
"Kh... kh..."
After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, the Nether Dragon Ancestor still couldn't understand why its opponent had turned his claws against it.
One had to know that within the Ten Thousand Demon Lair, even when demons and monsters held deadly grudges against one another, they still had to unite against Human Race martial artists.
Yet today, with a Dao Alliance True Person right before them, its opponent had pointed his weapon at it. It found the whole thing utterly baffling.
After suffering several more heavy blows, realization finally dawned on the Nether Dragon Ancestor's face.
Its eyes filled with murderous rage and fury. "Flame Wave Lion, you don't just want my Cave Abode—you want my position, too."
"You filthy bastard, what boundless ambition! Aren't you worried that person will find out?"
From the other's string of actions, it had reached a conclusion.
Its opponent had never been satisfied with the condition it had proposed earlier: taking the place of the Thunderclap Demon Ancestor. Instead, he had meant to seize its own position while he had the chance.
After all, although its cave abode