Han Fang's face turned red with rage the moment he heard.
This young man was so disrespectful to him, he had never endured such insults before.
Even when dealing with the Barbarians of the plains, no one dared to curse in such a manner.
A commander under him immediately shouted back, "Hey, you shameless scoundrels from South Yangtze Prefecture. Last night, you used Magical Treasures to destroy our camp, killing a hundred thousand of my brothers. Now you want to act like the innocent one? It's a travesty!"
Niu Ang bellowed, "Your grandfather's, do you have any shame? You're useless, so you seek help from Demons. You attacked our brothers first, forcing us to retaliate. Who's the real villain?"
One line from him, then a line from the opposite side; they cursed back and forth for quite a while, until their throats were dry and they finally ceased.
A middle-aged man stepped forward then, walking across the water's surface and halted in the middle of the river.
