"Child, watch what you say! What is despicable and shameless? Must we just watch our brothers get killed?"
A moment of silence, a cold light in the shadow began to retort.
Hearing this, Ao Kangsheng laughed heartily: "Oh, so you are just spouting nonsense, huh?"
"This is rubbish. It's a lifelong battle, isn't it?"
"Child, who are you talking about?"
Humiliated in public by the arrogant gods, Qingming blushed and roared with anger.
"Whoever said it, that's who!"
Cangsheng stood on his shoulder, staring straight into the darkness and coldness.
"That's exactly what I said. What of it?"
Qingming stepped forward, holding a long knife sideways, furious beyond reason.
"Then I say it's you!"
Once again, Ao Cangsheng picked up the sword to shame him.
"You... I think you're looking for death!"
Qingming was respected as the first Duke of the Red Blood Alliance. How could he have been subjected to such an insult?
