On the rooftop, curses rang out nonstop, interspersed with arguments citing historical sources, as though both sides were historians versed in all ages.
"Li Cunxiao was jack shit! How could he compare to Lu Bu? Your brain is ****!"
"That bastard who served three fathers wasn't even fit to carry Li Cunxiao's shoes! Your mother ****!"
"Unbelievable. That 'bastard who served three fathers' stuff was made up in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and people actually believe it? Go read Records of the Three Kingdoms, kid!"
"Records of the Three Kingdoms cut so much out that anyone who reads it is a dumb f*ck. Besides, Romance of the Three Kingdoms wasn't pulled out of thin air. Luo Guanzhong wrote it after ghosts from the Three Kingdoms era visited him in his dreams!"
"Hilarious. The classic 'Records of the Three Kingdoms was abridged' argument. That take belongs in Tieba's greatest hits. Why trust official history when I can believe your made-up unofficial history? You purebred dumb f*ck."
At first, they had merely argued over whether Li Cunxiao or Lu Bu was stronger. Later, it devolved into endless abuse, a contest to see whose vocabulary was more astonishing.
The Red King kept glancing over. It was his first time hearing the Soul King swear so much, and the Soul King had worked himself into a red-faced fury.
Back at headquarters, the Red King and the Soul King often clashed, both physically and verbally. Back then, the Soul King would only toss out a couple of curses, nothing like today.
I'd better not argue with the Soul King anymore. I'd never win, the Red King thought.
Gradually, the Soul King's vocabulary ran dry, and he began losing ground. The Mighty Warrior and the Mind Master thoughtfully searched for a compendium of curses on