"I think so too. Yang Chen is completely refusing to let things go just because he has the right of it. The Fire Spirit Beasts are no weaker than the Northern Territory Sect—perhaps even stronger. It won't be easy to make them apologize. When the time comes, if the Fire Spirit Beasts simply turn up their noses and leave, I'd like to see how Yang Chen wraps this up. The only one embarrassed then will be himself."
"Hehe, who knows?"
Most people were there to watch the excitement. As for the greater cause of the races, no one cared. They only felt that their own amusement was what mattered most.
Ancestor He Du was rendered speechless by Yang Chen's words. A blaze burned fiercely in his chest, but he still forced it down.
The other Fire Spirit Beasts could not hold back. A commotion immediately broke out, arguments erupting without end. Some even leaped forward and cursed outright, "Yang Chen, who the hell do you think you are? Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
"Exactly! Do you really think you're some big shot? We offered you an apology because we think highly of you, and now you expect us to bow and scrape, nodding and scraping before you?"
"Exactly! Do you really think you're somebody? Why don't you piss and take a look at what sort of thing you are before demanding an apology from us?"
"Hahaha, what a colossal joke! What kind of race are we Fire Spirit Beasts?"
The Fire Spirit Beasts were deeply dissatisfied. It had always been others apologizing to them—when had they ever needed to bow and scrape before someone else in apology?
Although Ancestor He Du was furious, he had not lost his reason. He waved his hand, signaling the Fire