Zhu Qilue dusted off his clothes, maintaining a careless demeanor.
"Dongmen Buju, didn't you hear me when I told you to calm down? You actually want to fight me? What do you think you are, worthy of matching with someone from the Five Elements Realm? You're just an ant from the Sumeru Continent, you should be kneeling before me, worshipping me. I don't kill you because I'm wary, but because I'm too lazy to make a move."
He walked leisurely up to Dongmen Buju, speaking smoothly and calmly.
The main seat had shattered into wooden fragments, Dongmen Buju lay amidst a chaotic mess, his gaze extraordinarily complicated.
Fear.
Resentment.
Helplessness.
Confusion.
Though he felt overwhelming anger inside, a surge of impulse to fight, he was well aware that attacking Zhu Qilue just now was an exceptionally wrong and irrational move.
The people of the Five Elements Realm and those of the Sumeru Continent are not on the same level.
