"Apologize?"
Hearing this, Feng Ganglie sneered. "You offended me, Feng Ganglie. Do you think a mere apology can settle this? Of course, you can apologize for him—but can you die in his place?!"
He was exceedingly overbearing and tyrannical. An apology alone could never quell the rage burning in him.
"Th-this!"
The Emerald Lord was rendered speechless. Apologizing was one thing, just a matter of saying a few words, but dying was not something it could do in another's stead. It was not that generous.
"Apologize my ass."
Xia Ping cursed loudly. "You're just a backwater demon, a native who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, yet you dare strut around here? What fucking Storm City? I've never even heard of it.
Let me tell you plainly: the Emerald Lord is my friend, a friend who would brave life and death with me. Its affairs are my affairs. If you dare lay a single hair on Emerald City, I'll be at odds with you to the bitter end. In other words, Storm City is finished—completely finished, understand?!"
He put on a fiercely protective air, making it clear that Emerald City was under his protection and no other demon was allowed to touch it.
Yet upon hearing this, the Emerald Lord's face turned green—completely green. This bastard really had a knack for bringing up exactly what should not be brought up. Emerald City had been doing perfectly well; when had it ever needed this guy's protection?
And with him putting it that way, Emerald City had been tied to Wu Taidou's chariot. At the same time, it would be hated by this young lord of Storm City as well. Even if it was not shit, it had become shit now.
Damn it, this guy was clearly a walking calamity.