Though Xiaotian Hound was only a minor god of the lowest rank in the Heavenly Court, he had lived through the Investiture of the Gods Calamity and seen his share of grand spectacles. He recognized Xiong Meng.
That was why he was utterly bewildered when Xiong Meng suddenly sprang out and gave him a savage beating. He had never offended him, had he? More than anything, this outrageous treatment left him feeling deeply wronged.
The great bullying the small, the strong trampling the weak-was there no law left? Were there no Heavenly Laws?
Fuck!
"Bang!" Just as he was silently protesting this injustice, Xiong Meng unleashed another Heavenly Bear Tail Sweep, kicking him flying before turning to face Chenxiang and Ao Chun.
"Uh... hahaha, impressive, fellow Daoist! This humble dragon is Ao Chun, the Dragon King of the East Sea's Eighth Crown Prince. Our Dragon Race and your Iron-Eating Beast Clan are allies! Thanks to our ally's help today, this humble dragon offers his gratitude. Thank you, thank you! Haha!" Seeing the rather plump Iron-Eating Beast who had suddenly appeared looking at the two of them, Ao Chun's eyes darted about before he stepped forward with a cheerful smile and saluted Xiong Meng with clasped hands.
Hearing this, Chenxiang understood. So this was a friend of the Eighth Crown Prince's family. That made him one of their own. Wonderful!
He immediately hurried forward as well, clasping his hands and introducing himself. "My name is Chenxiang. Thank you for your help, great immortal!"
Xiong Meng raised a paw to stroke his beard, only to abruptly realize that he had no beard. He coughed, lowered his paw, and tucked both paws behind his back before lifting his chin. "So you're the old Dragon King's son. I know your father."
"Oh, then we're