His asshole exploded!
It hurt, it was agonizing, and he felt utterly defeated... but none of that was the hardest thing for the Little Bad King to bear. In fact, the sharp tongue of Brother Tiger was the true "blade" that broke his defenses and left him crying.
At their outdoor campsite, Bai Ze looked at the stupid ox whose "back door stood wide open" and instinctively clenched his own buttocks. A trace of incomprehension, a trace of contempt, and a great deal of sarcastic mockery appeared in his lively eyes. "Useless! I told you ages ago, the mysteries of the Divine Canon Emperor Scripture are beyond the understanding of someone at your Grade Realm! Happy now? You've even lost your own asshole. How are your guts supposed to feel safe in there? This is downright irresponsible!"
"And you even fucking called it an exploding asshole?! What a rich vocabulary you have. I could never have come up with that in my entire life. All I can say is... very fitting!"
His eyes shone brightly, and his words were viciously sharp, striking straight at the Little Bad King's sore spot.
Ren Daniú lay on the ground, his eyes aggrieved and helpless, as though saying, "Stop yelling at me. Please, stop... Can someone stop my ass from bleeding?!"
Although Brother Tiger felt the fury of a disappointed father and swore viciously, he still quietly did a great deal for the Little Bad King. They had already spent almost two days on Yaoguang Peak, and by this point, almost all the Spirit Beasts that had visited the Twelve Immortal Mountain Dao Pavilions had gradually left the Thirty-Two Peaks and begun searching the Nine Fortunate Destiny Peaks for somewhere to cultivate over the next two years.
With his asshole blown apart and his