"Who? Who dared say that?" the Dwarf Race cultivator bellowed in fury. Dwarf Race cultivators were short to begin with, yet being called short was precisely what they resented most. Those words naturally sent him into a towering rage.
Just then!
Whoosh! Red light flashed across the ground, and three or four cultivators with purple-red skin and golden metal armor shot up into the air. In a few flickers, they blocked the Dwarf Race cultivator's path and surrounded him.
"You... you! It was you!" At the sight of them, the Dwarf Race cultivator shouted furiously, "Damn you! It was you Red Barbarian Race bastards! How dare you ambush me?"
"Hmph! Watch your mouth, shorty! When did we of the Red Barbarian Race ever ambush you?" Their leader, an exceptionally burly man with a savage face, barked angrily. "If you dare slander our Red Barbarian Race, hmph..." He left the sentence unfinished, but the threat in his voice was unmistakable...
Just then!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Several more streaks of escaping light rose from the ground. Five or six short cultivators, unmistakably members of the Dwarf Race, flew over.
"Elder Nodun!" called their leader, whose build and appearance resembled those of the injured Elder Nodun, the first dwarf to emerge. He paused and shot the Red Barbarian Race cultivators a belligerent glare, then snorted coldly. "Hmph! What happened, Elder Nodun? Did these Red Barbarian Race cultivators take the opportunity to kill you and steal your treasures?"
"You..." The Red Barbarian Race cultivator choked on his words. He no longer dared speak as he had before. The Dwarf Race cultivators now outnumbered them by two, putting them at a disadvantage. Still, he refused to show weakness and sternly challenged Elder Nodun, "Hmph! Fellow Daoist! You claim our Red Barbarian Race cultivators ambushed