The Warty Toad looked at Chu Hao and spat out a glob of saliva. Although Chu Hao dodged, his clothes were still hit.
Chu Hao cursed angrily, "Warty Toad, what are you doing?"
The Warty Toad retorted angrily, "I bestow upon you a face full of Immortal Water."
Chu Hao instantly became furious. "To hell with your Immortal Water!" he snarled, taking out his Ritian Stick and smashing it down hard.
"BANG!" The floor cracked where the Warty Toad had narrowly avoided the stick.
The Warty Toad hopped up, jumped onto the bookshelf, and said, "Kiddo, are you trying to murder His Majesty?"
Chu Hao, with a dark expression, said, "Is spitting your job? You Warty Toad, aren't you disgusting?"
"Pah! I am not a Warty Toad! I spit—"
Another green glob flew towards Chu Hao, aimed straight at his face. This time, prepared for it, he dodged the spit and swung his stick.
The Warty Toad cried out in alarm, "Are you for real?"
