Ao Huang followed behind Fang Yun. Turning his head to look at the Qing Lord, he revealed a sinister smile. "You shameless Qing Lord, when Fang Yun arrives at the Qing Kingdom's imperial palace, this dragon will definitely show up! These past few days, this dragon has been afraid Fang Yun would scold me, and I've been bottling up a bellyful of evil fire! First, you forced a good man like Qiu Chongshan into making things difficult for Fang Yun and worked him to death alive. Then you had that equally shameless Zong Wuyuan curse Fang Yun to die. This grudge must be repaid!"
The Qing Lord did not dare rebuke Ao Huang and could only explain, "Prince Radiant, your words are mistaken. A Literary Battle is a clash between two kingdoms, where each displays its abilities. Void Sage Fang was not harmed in the slightest, while our Qing Kingdom lost not only Qiu Chongshan, but even Qu Hange was killed. Clearly, we were the ones defeated. Why must you press us so relentlessly?"
"What the hell does Qu Hange's life or death have to do with this dragon? He brought it upon himself. Fang Yun already warned him not to destroy the True Dragon Ancient Sword. He refused to listen—who can he blame? Shameless bastard, and you still think you're in the right? Just you wait!"
The Qing Lord and Zong Wuyuan were cursed left and right with "shameless" by Ao Huang until their faces were incomparably ugly, but neither spoke again. They endured it.
"Consider yourselves smart for knowing when to shut up! Shameless!" Ao Huang shot the Qing Lord a disdainful look, then swayed his head and tail as he followed behind Fang Yun.
Some of the Jing Kingdom officials held back their laughter and followed Fang