As the furious roars rang out, dozens of figures rose amid the flames filling the sky and began hurling abuse at the Gonggong Clan in the great river.
"Did your dad die? Wailing at a funeral in the middle of the night!"
"Fuck! Disturbing the Witch's rest-you deserve to die!"
"You water-playing old hags! This devil lord will boil you!"
"Die for your devil lord!"
The volleys of vigorous curses ringing out in the distance brought the originally jubilant Gonggong Clan to a halt.
Before Zu Yuan could process that familiar voice from a moment ago, his two newly acquired lackeys could no longer hold back and charged out.
The surging waters of the great river churned up over a dozen blue giants made of river water. They lined up neatly along the bank and fired back at the distant flames:
"Fuck you and your devil lord!"
"We're mourning your dad, so shut up!"
"You pups who love jumping through flaming hoops! I'll splash you into drowned dogs with a single bubble!"
The flame giants and river giants traded insults from afar.
The vulgar language made Zu Yuan frown. The Devil Race was still the Devil Race after all-beyond civilizing!
Seeing Zu Yuan frown, Yeming, who had not gone out with the others, hurriedly bent down. A trace of a fawning smile appeared on his enormous face as he explained, "Your Highness, the tribe over there is the Zhurong Clan. They've always been at odds with us Gonggong Clan folk, but I never thought they'd dare act so outrageously before Your Highness! Still, rest assured, Your Highness. When it comes to trading insults, our Gonggong Clan has never lost!"
Zu Yuan stared speechlessly at the enormous, ingratiating face before him. *Do you think I'm frowning because you haven't