Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 974: Driven Beyond Endurance, the Ancestor Takes Action!

Davis sneered, openly displaying his disdain and contempt for the Empire’s culture as a citizen of Country M.

Mocking endlessly.

Seeing the astonishment yet speechlessness on the archaeologists’ faces, and Feng Tang’s face turning red with frustration, he increasingly felt that this ancient Eastern country was so dilapidated and outdated, unsalvageable.

Amidst a dead silence.

Suddenly a harsh rebuke rang out:

"Damn it, you’re the one who plagiarized, your ancestors for eight generations plagiarized us. How dare you say that our Empire’s civilization originated from your western world? You clearly have delusions of being my uncle, but today I’ll damn well prove I’m your dad and correct this generational hierarchy! Let me tell you, the fact is—it is—it’s—" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Bai Fei was so agitated that the veins on his forehead popped out.

But he just couldn’t get the next lines out.

For a moment, a blankness seized his mind, and then a flood of complex information overwhelmed him, leaving him too bewildered to say a single word.

Oh dear, the information from the ancestors was so profound at this moment that this young master couldn’t even remember the names of the gods, what to do!

At this moment, not only was Bai Fei at a loss for words.

Even the experienced archaeologists, including Feng Tang, couldn’t muster a forceful rebuttal.

The prevailing view in world civilization history has always been that the East and West each originated individually, with multiple flourishing cultures.

Davis’s academic argument was so overbearing, claiming that the Empire’s civilization spread from the West, and his choice of words was so unpleasant, saying the Empire’s mythology was plagiarized?

Yet standing on this peculiar imported carpet under their feet, they were speechless in defense, the carpet’s origin was indeed too questionable, was it really stolen by the Empire’s ancestors? Their proud five-thousand-year-old culture... was it... initially originated in the West?

Besides the carpet issue, Fusang and the Divine Wood were indeed very similar.

The Three-legged Golden Crow just had one more leg than the Phoenix!

Davis’s trump card had stunned the entire scene.

At this moment, he assumed the posture of a victor and the tomb owner, raising his arm to direct: "Ensure the site is sealed properly, not a single item or wooden piece should be lost. Our Country M will soon send people to take over everything here."

As he spoke, he once again cast a contemptuous glance at Bai Fei and Feng Tang, pointedly adding: "Clear all irrelevant personnel immediately!"

Bai Fei: "..."

Irrelevant personnel?

Damn, this old bastard actually insulted him like this!

He felt a surge of blood choking at his heart, his eyes turning red, and dragged Yin Hu beside him, saying: "Big fool, this guy is insulting our people and our country, he’s getting too cocky, let’s take him down together!"

Since the verbal fight didn’t work out, he couldn’t help but want to resort to physical action, and wanted to pull in the strongest ally on site for the fight.

Yin Hu at this moment was also intensely stirred.

Loyalty to the nation and love for the country has always been Mr. Bo’s teaching to them, and Davis’s continuous belittling of the Empire’s culture just now made him, a person ignorant of history and academics, feel extremely frustrated.

He couldn’t argue with these cultured people, but like Bai Fei, he really wanted to speak with his fists at this moment.

Just about to step forward.

His sleeve suddenly caught by a delicate hand: "Brother Hu, no, don’t fight, I’m scared."

Yin Hu’s heroic spirit was instantly dissolved by Gu Shiyin’s soft plea.

Bai Fei: "...Damn, are you even a man, so soft! The boxing skills the little ancestor taught you were fed to the dogs..."

Utterly disappointed, he charged alone, with a determined heart and fists flying towards Davis.

The scene immediately fell into chaos.

Some blocked the fight, some tried to dissuade, some hurriedly protected Davis...

Davis snorted coldly: "Eastern Barbarians, cultural desert! I didn’t see it wrong."

With that, he lifted his hand, a glint of cold light flashed beneath his sleeve, aimed straight at Bai Fei.

That cold light seemed to conceal a blade, and if the bare-handed Bai Fei confronted it, he feared his head would be sliced off.

The scene once again plunged into dead silence, as if everyone was immobilized, hearts on edge.

At this moment.

From behind the Jade Coffin, a lazy, soft female voice echoed: "This isn’t the ancestor-molded clay figure, not resembling a human after all..."