Wrangling

"Bullsh*t!"

"Nonsense!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"You bullsh*t!"

Above Chi Ban Mountain, on the round-shaped platform, straightforward and blatant curses could be heard from the mouths of representatives of both the humankind and Yu Dynasty.

The twelve emperors shouted like ruffians, while Emperor Xuanyuan and the other human representatives yelled like uneducated everyday people. Their fingers almost touched each others' necks as they cursed with their maximum volumes.

Clang! As the most bad-tempered one, Emperor Xuanyuan pulled out his sword and hacked down. A power elder from the non-humankind's side raised his sword as well against Emperor Xuanyuan. Followed by echoing metal clangs, fire sparkles dazzled. Then, people from both sides stood up and pleaded with tactful words. Afterward, everybody dropped the weapons, sat back into their seats, and continued wrangling.