"Han Xiuxian! Damn your ancestors for eight generations! I'm going to Ling Garden right now to scatter your family's ashes!"
Initially, Dragon Country netizens were feeling quite heavy-hearted, but seeing the two country's netizens hurling insults upon entering, they suddenly felt amused.
They loved watching this kind of dog-eat-dog drama.
But before Dragon Country netizens could get their fill, the battle directly shifted to Ning An.
"You, Daoist Master, also deserve to die! If it weren't for you, Han Xiuxian wouldn't have come to offer incense!"
"Exactly, you are also a murderer; your hands are drenched in blood!"
"Baka! Pay for the lives of our dead countrymen!"
"Yes! Compensation, must compensate..."
Seeing these words that seemed like imbeciles talking, Ning An couldn't hold back any longer, transformed into a rapper, sped up his speech, and started spraying:
"I think if you guys don't use your brains, just donate them to the children in poor mountainous areas."
