"Originally, this poor monk thought that since Jiang Ziya was about to face the ultimate punishment, the immortal gods of the Zhou Dynasty's camp, who were supposed to share life and death together, would spare no effort to save him. Yet, upon arriving at the Heavenly Court today, I find this scene instead. Shouldn't this poor monk laugh? Heartless and selfish, trash!"
At the end of his speech, Jiang Liu spat lightly, his face full of disdain.
These words made countless immortals blush, unsure of how to respond.
Usually, Master Xuanzang was humble and courteous in dealing with others. However, once truly angered, his words were as sharp as knives.
"Damn it! What do you mean by staring at me when you say trash?" Jiang Liu's words made Nezha appear extremely enraged, shouting furiously.
"Sorry, don't misunderstand, when I said trash I wasn't targeting you!"
With a mischievous thought in mind, Jiang Liu looked around before speaking: "I mean, you are all trash!"
"Your Majesty!"
