In the land of Huaxia, the dignified Grand Merchant Emperor Shang Tang felt extremely anxious.
Just moments ago, this formidable bandit, a figure of great stature, had been disdained by a mere nobody.
Seeing his ancestor about to unleash his fury, Di Xin, the Human Emperor of the Great Shang and a junior figure, knew it was his moment to shine.
Di Xin quickly strode to the center of the amplification array and hurled insults at the Death Knight Luo Jia:
"Well, well, well, who do we have here? Who the hell was cracking melon seeds and popped out Luo Jia? What's the matter, is the sky clear and the rain stopped, and you suddenly feel capable again?"
"Your Grandpa Xin has been too busy to bother with you these days, and you've come out looking for attention? Just wait, you turtle egg, you don't need to show off there. Grandpa is coming for you right now."
After speaking, Di Xin looked expectantly at Zhu Gui: "Ancestor, shall we go cause some trouble?"
Zhu Gui nodded and said, "We've come unexpectedly. The forces guarding here for the myriad races must be scarce. While they're down, let's strike them! Let's go tie up some of their key figures first and demand a ransom."
With that, Zhu Gui took the lead, rising and flying towards the camp of the allied forces of the myriad races.
Shang Tang, along with the four Xuan Shang brothers and Di Xin, a total of six people, quickly followed.
Lin Zhan looked at the little Daoist priest beside him, utterly bewildered: "Holy crap, are these ancestors dogs? They just decide to go for it like that."
He then hurried towards Tie Lao Si and Tie Lao Wu:
"Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, quickly, let's go join the fun. And let's tie up Rommel while we're at it. That kid is the current commander-in-chief of the allied forces of the myriad races, he'll fetch a pretty penny."
Meanwhile, at the camp of the allied forces of the myriad races, over ten eminent Emperors led by Ye Lao Qi were looking at Luo Jia with troubled expressions.
Seeing the anxious looks on the faces of the great figures, Luo Jia seemed to realize he had caused trouble. He hesitantly asked:
"My... my esteemed ancestors, why are you all looking at me like that? I... I'm a little scared."
Ye Lao Qi shook his head, walked up to Luo Jia, and patted his shoulder:
"It's alright, child, no need to be afraid. It's normal for your Undead race to cause trouble. Who told you your brains are either rotten or shriveled up."
"When the time truly comes to face death, you must be strong. After all, your Undead race has already died once, so what's one more death?"
The first half was bearable, but the latter half made Luo Jia increasingly fearful:
"Ancestor, please don't joke. How can we die again? If we die again, we'll be truly gone."
Ye Lao Qi paused, then chuckled and said to Luo Jia:
"You unlucky kid, you're still quite playful. Even at this moment, you're playing word games with your ancestor. Listen to your ancestor's advice, this time, you're finished."
"Ancestor, save me! I did it all for your face. Otherwise, why would I have provoked Shang Tang?"
Luo Jia was now truly frightened and quickly pleaded with Ye Lao Qi.
"Sigh, you know fear now? What were you thinking earlier? For my face, how much is my face worth per jin?"
Rommel, sensing the turn of events, quickly said to Ye Lao Qi:
"Seventh Ancestor, the people of Huaxia can't possibly come to fight over such a trivial matter, can they? Are we worrying unnecessarily?"
Ye Lao Qi was quite polite to Rommel, the disciple of his clan brother:
"Rommel, listen to your ancestor's advice: never overestimate the manners of the Great Shang people. Even if they are already Great Emperors, these fellows are always the most ill-mannered and unreasonable, like Lin Zhan."
It must be said, Ye Lao Qi was quite good at educating the younger generation. Whenever he used Young Master Lin as an example, our classmate Rommel would become exceptionally sharp.
"Holy crap, Seventh Ancestor, if you had said that earlier, I would have believed you instantly."
"Guards, guards! Full camp alert, prevent sneak attacks from the human race. Lin Lao Hei, that scoundrel who does nothing human, might be arriving now..."
Before Rommel could finish, a dark shadow descended from the sky and landed beside him.
It was the Young Master Lin, riding Tie Lao Si: "Holy crap, my good grandson, you must miss your grandpa a lot to be thinking of your grandpa at this time."
Hearing Lin Zhan's words, Rommel's eyes turned red with anger, and he glared fiercely at Young Master Lin:
"Lin Lao Hei, can you do something human? You're a human yourself, yet you do nothing human. Do you think you're worthy of your ancestors?"
Lin Zhan was stunned for a moment, then turned and shouted at Zhu Gui, who had just landed: "Ancestor, am I worthy of you?"
Zhu Gui laughed heartily and said joyfully, "Worthy, incredibly worthy! You are our family's best child, much better than Zi Xin and the others."
Hearing Zhu Gui's praise, Lin Zhan proudly looked at Rommel and said, "See, my good grandson? Your grandpa's character is absolutely impeccable." Sudang Novel Network
Rommel looked at Lin Zhan with tears welling up: "Character? Do you even have any? Your character would probably be sold for a few bucks."
Lin Zhan rolled his eyes and said, "What, you want it?"
In the short time Lin Zhan and Rommel were conversing, Zhu Gui and the other Grand Merchants had already dealt with all the cultivators above the King level in the entire camp of the allied forces of the myriad races.
Zhu Gui looked at the subdued Kings of the myriad races and quickly took out a loudspeaker and said:
"Come, come, everyone listen up! Men stand on the left, women on the right. Those who are neither male nor female squat by the wall."
Once the formations were in place, Zhu Gui spoke again: "Who is it that was arguing with my son just now? That Ye Lao Qi, who is he? Step out here and let me see."
Zhu Gui didn't recognize Ye Lao Qi. In ancient times, an eminent Emperor like Ye Lao Qi with his abilities wouldn't even rank on the battlefield, so he wouldn't have caught Zhu Gui's eye.
Although Zhu Gui didn't recognize Ye Lao Qi, Ye Lao Qi recognized him.
The most famous bandit leader in Huaxia, known for his notorious crimes.
The bounty currently offered by the myriad races for Zhu Gui was even higher than that for an ordinary Great Emperor-level powerhouse.
Ye Lao Qi stepped forward with tears in his eyes, muttering to himself, "This damn day, I really didn't check the almanac. I was just arguing with my son, and now I've dragged my dad into it."
Seeing Ye Lao Qi's expression, Zhu Gui directly reached out and lifted him like a small chick:
"You're Ye Lao Qi? Do you know who I am?"
As Ye Lao Qi of the Night Demon race, he was physically much taller than a human, but when faced with Zhu Gui, the notorious old rogue, he didn't dare to resist at all.
He could only follow whoever had the bigger fist.
"That... that, Tang's father... ah, no... uncle, right, I should call you uncle."