“Emperor Shun… and all marquis and earls.” Compared to Wuzhi Qi who had been acting rather ragingly and violently, Ji Hao seemed to calm and unhurried. Every single move made by him seemed to be natural and unrestrained, making people feel them to be pleasant to watch.
Wuzhi Qi showed his teeth, turning his burned-furless head around. His neck had been extending and shrinking all the time, from tens of meter long to nearly retracted into his chest. Added with his little beady eyes and those sharp fangs in his mouth, his shrill and ear-piercing voice which was quite unpleasant to hear, and his hysterical cursing language, he looked quite abominable to all people present.
Only based on the difference between Ji Hao and Wuzhi Qi’s appearances, many neutral earls and marquis tended to believe Ji Hao.