"You bunch of bandits! You actually destroyed all my hard work! I swear by the great god Anubis that I'll curse you to die a horrible death!"
Watching all his hard work go up in smoke, Said glared wide-eyed and cursed Su Miu, his face twisted with rage. Su Miu couldn't have cared less. Even if their God of Death, Anubis, showed up, he would beat him up too. He had never been afraid.
"Finished? Then hurry up and get lost. Go back to your desert and play with your rotting corpses. Stop wasting my time."
Naturally, he wasn't going to be polite to a foreigner who had looked down on their country from the outset. He had no inclination to worship anything foreign, though he admitted that other countries did have plenty of things better than what Huaguo had.
But did that mean Huaguo wasn't strong? We were one of the world's Permanent Five. Did tiny little Egypt really think it could challenge us? Ridiculous!
Of course, he didn't believe Huaguo was the best in the world at everything, either. There were still a few parasites plaguing its various fields, and the likes of Luo Mian and the Mu Clan had produced plenty of scum.
His philosophy was to learn from others' strengths and make up for their own weaknesses. Theirs was a land of courtesy: when people came from afar as guests, they would host a feast and raise their cups together with smiles; if they came as enemies, they would slay them!
The outcome was already obvious. He had no interest in trading blows like a pair of amateurs, so he turned and walked off the stage.
Said's face contorted with rage. All his undead had been wiped out, costing him ninety percent of his fighting strength.