"Ao Zhong, I really don't know how you have the face to say such things," Ao Bifang said gloomily.
"Ao Qingcheng inherited the Red Sun Clan from me, she clearly knows that breaking her body before the Demon Ancestor would lead to abandoning her previous achievements. How could she do such a silly thing?"
"Moreover, she is the number one of the younger generation, unparalleled in strength, appearance and talent. She doesn't even look at the countless outstanding young talents in the clan, so how could she possibly fancy your worthless son?"
"Hmph, who knows for sure."
"Although my son Ao Qing's strength and talent are both average, he got it from me, his looks are undoubtedly unmatched." Ao Zhong shamelessly said, "What if your Ao Qingcheng fell for my son Ao Qing's peerless appearance?"
"You, you..."
Ao Bifang trembled with anger, pointed at Ao Zhong and said coldly, "So you mean to gloss over this matter vaguely?"
"Although I don't like seeing your Red Sun Clan, after all you are the backbone of our Devouring Demon Wolf clan. I can't keep pressing on this matter, right?" Ao Zhong sighed and waved his hand, "So for the sake of our tribe's unity, I can only choose not to pursue this matter even though my son suffered a loss."
"You..."
Ao Bifang finally couldn't hold it in at Ao Zhong's words. His chest tightened and a mouthful of blood surged up.
"Fine, I'll remember everything the Sky Devouring Emperor has imposed on my Red Sun Clan today!"
Forcing the blood back down, his gloomy eyes stared at Ao Zhong as he spoke resentfully.
Although he really wanted to make a move, doing so would give Ao Zhong a handle to accuse them of provoking an offense. This would be extremely detrimental to their greater cause.
He could only swallow his anger and glared gloomily at Ao Zhong before leaving resentfully with his men.
"Hahaha..."
Watching Ao Bifang's miserable departure, Ao Zhong laughed loudly and spoke triumphantly.
"I really didn't expect that my most useless son would do something even I, Ao Zhong, admire."
"To actually fuck Ao Qingcheng... awesome!"
"This directly shattered the Red Sun Clan's plot, making their sinister plan fall apart on its own. He's really the clan hero of my imperial line!"
Accompanied by unrestrained laughter, he hurried back to Sky Devouring Palace. After walking a few steps, he saw a young man hugging two alluring she-wolves of the wolf clan coming - it was his second son Ao Tie. Ao Zhong's expression immediately darkened.
"Father Emperor!"
Seeing Ao Zhong, Ao Tie quickly bowed respectfully.
"Hmph!"
"Worthless."
Ao Zhong glanced at the two she-wolves beside Ao Tie and barked.
Hearing this, Ao Tie immediately looked wronged and said unwillingly, "Father Emperor, why do you say that? Although I'm not as good as Ao Qingcheng, I'm still the most outstanding of your three sons, right?"
"The most outstanding? You deserve that?"
Ao Zhong bluntly said, "You should learn more from your younger brother!"
"My younger brother?"
"Ao Qing?"
Ao Tie looked at Ao Zhong in disbelief and said, "Father Emperor, it seems Ao Qing has nothing worth learning from me. In terms of talent, cultivation base, and scheming, I'm leagues ahead of him as the elder brother. And how can a banished waste like him be compared to me?"
"Shut up!"
Ao Zhong revealed his aura and slapped Ao Tie in the face, scolding him, "If your brother is useless, then you're not even comparable to useless trash. If you want to compare with him, go fuck Ao Qingcheng first before saying more!"
Ao Tie's expression grew even more unwilling after getting slapped. Just as he was about to retort, he suddenly heard Ao Zhong's words.
His whole body shuddered as he stared with disbelief.
"Father, did you say Ao Qing fucked Ao Qingcheng?"
"How could that be?"
"How is that possible?"
The news shocked Ao Tie so much he remained stunned for a long time, staring blankly with his eyeballs almost falling out.
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