"Th-Sanpao, you can talk?"
Buzz Cut's walnut-sized brain froze for a moment. Then, he was shocked and delighted. Luo Sanpao's intelligence had actually reached such a level. Didn't that mean he could have a battle servant with extremely high intelligence that was loyal to him?
Furthermore, if he could uncover the secret behind Luo Sanpao's intelligence, it would add a bold stroke to his theories.
Yu Xiaogang was still immersed in wild joy, but the perceptive Bibi Dong had already sensed the intense resentment radiating from Luo Sanpao. She decided to keep watching.
"Yes." Luo Sanpao cast Yu Xiaogang a gloomy glance and said, "Thanks to the Golden Dragon-Infused Fruit, I gained intelligence. It let me speak. It let me—"
"Finally prove that the real Lung Mist isn't me, but you, Gangzi—" Luo Sanpao pointed a dragon claw at Yu Xiaogang and huffed. "You're the useless Lung Mist, that worthless pig!"
Yu Xiaogang froze, then his face turned deathly pale. He had never expected his Martial Soul to call him a Lung Mist and a pig—and even call him Gangzi? This was rebellion, utter rebellion—
"Y-you, you, you..." Yu Xiaogang pointed at Luo Sanpao, stammering.
"What do you mean, 'you,' Gangzi? Was I wrong?" Luo Sanpao said resentfully. "I was supposed to become a Golden Holy Dragon, but I ran into a Lung Mist like you. Because of your unbearably weak physique, I degenerated into Luo Sanpao."
"Not only that, you gave up on yourself and never tried to improve. You fed me radishes and the swill you had left over... Damn it! I'm a dragon, and you made me eat that stuff?" Luo Sanpao cursed. "You only had two Soul Ring slots, yet you didn't choose them properly. You picked a Thunderbolt Skunk and some Farting Sleeping Pig. You're