The three Upper-Realm envoys stared at the one-thousand-meter crimson holographic screen floating in the sky.
Their names, their crimes, and their negative moral scores burned against the clouds like celestial indictments.
Zhao Wuji’s gaunt face twisted into a mask of pure, demonic rage.
His eyes burned red with bloodlust. The thick blue veins across his temples throbbed violently.
“A parasite?!” Zhao Wuji shrieked, his voice cracking with hysterical madness. “You dare project our names across the sky and call us parasites?! We are Golden Core elders of the Eastern Azure-Mist Prefecture! We harvest entire worlds! We slaughter millions without blinking an eye!”
Deacon Qian crawled to his feet on the shattered bone chariot, his iron abacus rattling in his trembling grip.
“Insolent lower-realm swine!” Deacon Qian screamed, frothing at the mouth with spit flying in the freezing wind. “You think your shiny mirror tricks can judge us?! Look at your own score, Blood-Bone! Negative eighty-one! You’re dragging down our group average, you filthy ghoul!”
“Shut your mouth, Qian!” Elder Blood-Bone snarled back, his black teeth clicking. “You’re a negative sixty-nine! You stole food from starving orphans! At least my crimes were honest slaughter! If you insult me again, I’ll tear out your liver and eat it before we kill these mortals!”
