"Hahaha, you're right, it's practically a garbage heap, filled with trash everywhere!" The elder from the Dark Magicians' Association suddenly developed a strong liking for Zhang Menglong, as if he had spoken directly to his heart.
"Kid, who are you calling trash?" The group of magicians suddenly turned red with anger.
"Wow, even trash can talk now?" Zhang Menglong continued to mock them, "Are you guys really that cheap? I already said you're a bunch of garbage, and you still want to ask me. Do you just want to hear me insult you? You should ask yourselves if you're cheap!"
"Stop wasting time with this kid; stealing the legacy he's carrying is the real priority. Delay will only bring trouble!"
"That's right, no matter how powerful that humanoid combat weapon is, it's only one. It may stop one or two, but can it stop everyone?"
"Get a few people to hold it off. We've got intermediate Great Magicians here; if we can't even handle this brat, it would be too disgraceful!"
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