28 GLORY AND OBLIVION; THE YIN AND YANG TYRANT DRAGONS (2/2)
”Hey Boss... Do you think that a cow's asshole might be jealous of the amount of bullshit that just came out of their mouth?” Xiao Lan chuckled nonchalantly as his aura suddenly spiked, surpassing the Ancient stage and reaching the peak of the God stage in the fraction of a breath! A translucent oak tree surrounded his body and the violet glow in his eyes became so blindingly bright it was as if two more violet suns had popped-up into existence!
”I don't know about that...” Xu Ling smiled as a yellow hue spread from his pupils and dyed his blue eyes golden. A gargantuan wheel also appeared behind his back as the illusion of a battlefield and oceans of blood came into existence in his left pupil, while a formless beast snapped its gigantic jaws nonstop, thirsting for flesh, in his right. He lowered his right eyelid and the scene in his left eye lit up: in the following instants, the corpses of the enemies Xiao Lan had slain disappeared from the world and reappeared in there. In his hands, Mirror twirled elegantly, each swing carving deep scars into the tower he was standing on. ”What I do know however is that if someone were to call me an idiot, I sure as hell wouldn't have opened my mouth to prove it. On that matter, I guess Tyrant Dragons do live up to their reputation as being the worst insult to one's intelligence.”
Silence once again fell on the field, as the only sound that could be heard in a ten-mile radius was that of stifled laughter... and teeth grinding so fiercely they almost cracked!
”Grah! Evil Saint, you dare!” The golden dragon's Long-Huo Gem suddenly lit up as dragon flames erupted from the beast's body, accompanied by a loud, dragon cry! Never in his long life had he, a mighty Tyrant Dragon, been disrespected like so! And not only had those harsh insults come out one after the other without leaving them a chance to fight back... but the blasphemous mouths that had dared utter them actually belonged to two weak, puny humans! Had it not been for the fact he wished to regain his lost face, Oblivion would have long since blasted all those below him into... well… OBLIVION!
The silver dragon's temper was much different than the golden dragon's, as she managed to control the tone of her voice and the glow of the Long-Huo Gem on her chest had also only fluctuated once before going back to normal, resulting in no flames coming out. At the same time however, she had also been enraged more than she had ever been, and as such, she also couldn't help but mutter through her gritted teeth, ”You... Are... Courting... Death!” The Yin Tyrant Dragon spat out those four words with extreme hatred and prejudice, as if they were the deadliest of venoms... However, how could she have ever imagined that the two 'lowly' humans down there had no intention of stopping!
Not letting go of the occasion, the Evil Saint's lips parted once again,”Woah, woah, slow down there, old hag!” Xu Ling chuckled and rested Mirror on his shoulder as he twirled a strand of his long, raven hair, ”If I truly wished to die, all I'd have would have been to climb up your idiocy and jump down to your IQ, why would I make it so hard on myself as pushing my head so far up your ass to see where you're coming from?”
This time, the stifled laughter... well, was no longer stifled. The Evil Saint's companions were flat out roaring, completely forgetting about the fact the two huge-ass dragons were two HighGod stage Heavenly Beasts.
And before Glory could rebate, Xiao Lan had already pitched in, ”Hey boss, I think I have a theory on how to tell whether a Tyrant Dragon is saying something stupid or not... ask me about it?”
”Mm?” Xu Ling's eyes glinted with amusement, ”Sure, do go ahead. How do you tell when a Tyrant Dragon is saying something idiotic?”
”It's actually pretty simple...” Xiao Lan raised his index finger, ”You just need to check whether they are moving their lips!”
”GRAAAAAH!” With that roar, the Yang Tyrant Dragon's cultivation base rotated faster than it had ever had as he pounced upon the White Oak Shield below: thirteen thousand years; that was how long he had been alive for. In thirteen thousand years, thanks to his identity as a Tyrant Dragon, he had never been disrespected in the least bit... yet now, he was the target of such vicious insults! How could he possibly hold back? The Long-Huo Gem glowed as bright as a star as a black fire that seemed to have emerged from the depths of the earth erupted from his massive body! With an enraged roar and imbuing all his might on that one blow, Oblivion slammed its draconic claws onto the gargantuan White Oak Shield!