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The cultivators sucked in a breath. The crown prince of the Eastern Sea dragons was commanding Prime Minister Turtle to kneel? Wasn't it being too arrogant?
Two centuries ago, Prime Minister Turtle was nothing more than an old servant to the royal family of the Eastern Sea dragons. It would have been perfectly within reason for it to kneel to a core member of royalty—but how about now, two centuries later?
All the cultivators stared at the two spirits, as did the Wingform-realm spirit kings.
"What are you looking at? Have you forgotten your identity? Aren't you going to kneel upon seeing me, your rightful crown prince? Don't make me slap you!" Ao Zhou chided.
Prime Minister Turtle slapped the serpent and sent it smashing into the ground. A plume of dust appeared.
Ao Zhou sprayed out a mouthful of blood and cried out, "You dare hit me?!"
Prime Minister Turtle made a gesture with a flipper, causing the blood that Ao Zhou spat out to congeal into a ball of blood.
"And so what if I did? Do you think nothing has changed from two centuries ago? Who do you think I am, to command me to kneel?" Prime Minister Turtle...
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