Qiao Yu's face flushed with blood, turning red with anger, never had he been so agitated and out of control as now, his wrath directly pointed at Ying Xiu, he cursed aloud:
"You scoundrel! You scoundrel! How could the Central Netherworld produce such a mediocre and foolish person like you, to serve someone like you as the Crown Prince is simply the shame of the Central Netherworld! That is the Thirteen Cities of Central Netherworld!
That is the territory of our Central Netherworld, the homeland where our fifty thousand citizens of Central Netherworld grow! To think that our grand Central Netherworld has fallen to the point where it needs the Crown Prince of the Dynasty to cede lands to guard its borders! In your eyes, there is simply no mother, no ruler, you are nothing but a beast!"
Seeing him so enraged to the point of nearly spitting blood, with his hair standing on end in anger, Ying Xiu, on the contrary, felt deeply pleased and smug in his heart:
