Chuwu suddenly rose from his chair with a clamorous stride, slowly heading towards Sima Zhantian. To be frank, both men had formidable physiques, statuesque like iron towers, except Chuwu appeared even more robust and towering.
"Kid, do you have a problem?" Chuwu looked down on Sima Zhantian with a cold and ruthless demeanor.
Sima Zhantian responded defiantly, "Of course, since the lord is your Little Martial Uncle, you must pay him respects. Otherwise, you'll have to get the approval of my fists!"
"Get my approval, who do you think you are? Just a lowly Martial King Realm martial artist, and an ancient one at that, I really don't know where you get your courage!" Chuwu scoffed. Despite usually being a silent blockhead in the Northwest Little Mountain Village, his words now were domineering.
