The Ghost Phoenix Clan Ancient Ancestor coldly shouted, "You dark-hearted junior, when you can't win, you start looking for crooked paths. You want Ouyang Zehui to admit defeat—is that how your elders taught you?"
The more Zhuang Lingyun listened, the angrier she became. "How my elders taught me is none of your business!"
The Ghost Phoenix Clan Ancient Ancestor's voice was icy. "Rats raised by rats lurking in the shadows are naturally rats as well. Your character is vile—useless in a head-on fight, yet always scheming through crooked gates and evil paths!"
Zhuang Lingyun was beside herself with rage, her silver teeth clenched tight.
"As a senior sage, how can you lower yourself to quarrel with a junior?!" The Emperor Lord cut off the Ghost Phoenix Clan Ancient Ancestor and shot back.
"This is called reprimanding. You want to quarrel with me? Does a mere Quasi-Immortal Emperor deserve to?" The Ghost Phoenix Clan Ancient Ancestor snorted coldly.
"You may be the strongest in your clan, but she is not the strongest of her peak. Are you sure you deserve to quarrel with the strongest of her peak?" the Emperor Lord replied.
The Ghost Phoenix Clan Ancient Ancestor fell silent.
"Just watch the juniors' affairs properly. If you say a few words, I can turn a blind eye, but interfering with the course of the competition crosses the line."
With a flick of his finger, the Emperor Lord shattered the nightmare within Ouyang Zehui's mind.
"Phew...!" Ouyang Zehui gasped heavily, drenched in sweat from head to toe, as though he had taken a trip through the gates of hell.
Zhuang Lingyun glanced at Ouyang Zehui without saying a word, then turned to leave.
"Wait!" Ouyang Zehui raised his head and hurriedly said, "I can give you all the Fortress Flags!"
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