"I am the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. I pay my respects to the Sand Sea Twin Saint Kings!" Murong Huai said, cupping his fists toward the two beasts.
"Oh? The Spirit Hall? Good! You dare show your faces here!!!" The Desolate Sun-Swallowing Demon ground his teeth in fury at Murong Huai's words.
Huh?
What was going on?
Had other people from the Spirit Hall come here before?
Seeing Murong Huai's bewildered expression, the Desolate Sun-Swallowing Demon said, "Hmph. More than ninety years ago, someone came to my Cangwu Desert and killed one of my elder brother's descendants, who had only just reached a hundred thousand years of cultivation. That person claimed to be from the Spirit Hall.
"More than fifty years ago, someone else came to our Cangwu Desert and killed one of my descendants who was just shy of reaching a hundred thousand years. That one was from the Spirit Hall too.
"Fifteen years ago, yet another human came to the Cangwu Desert. He also claimed to be from the Spirit Hall, and he also killed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
"What, has the Spirit Hall started coming here to stock up? Do you think my Cangwu Desert is your hunting ground for Spirit Rings?!"
Listening to the Desolate Sun-Swallowing Demon's roar, Murong Huai couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved. He roared inwardly, Damn it, which three bastards with nothing better to do came here to hunt for Spirit Rings and cause me trouble?!
Achoo!
Achoo!!
Achoo!!!
At the same time, in three places across the Douluo Continent, three men with strikingly similar faces each sneezed.
"Who—who the hell dares curse at this handsome devil?!"
"Your mother's ***, which blind bastard is cursing me? Damn it!!"
"Pah! His father, my father, his grandpa—what little turtle bastard is cursing