An hour later, over a hundred divine beasts had shouted themselves hoarse, but when they looked at the Rabbit, other than having a few sips of wine to moisten his throat at halftime, his insults remained loud and full of energy, with eyes still shining brightly.
Eventually, after an hour and a half, over a hundred divine beasts were collectively insulted into depression and fell silent.
After all, you hurl one insult, and the other hurls several, with various creative greetings; who could withstand that?
...
"Damn, isn't that Rabbit too fierce?"
"Damn it, if I see that Rabbit again, I will definitely stop talking and start fighting."
"You have to shut the Rabbit's mouth first, or you'll get infuriated to death."
...
Meanwhile, those divine beasts who were on good terms with Yi Zheng couldn't help but snicker, exclaiming that the Rabbit was awesome, powerful, and so on.
