"You're talking nonsense!"
The True Monarch of Nine Nether was extremely angry.
He initially intended to have a pleasant conversation with this kid in front of him, but who would have thought that this guy would dare to toy with him.
Silvio Reed is just Silvio Reed, like a fart.
"Kid, do you really think I don't dare to kill you? Or do you think I can't kill you?" The True Monarch of Nine Nether angrily raised the horsetail whisk.
"I wanted to chat with you just to find out where you come from, so when I use your body in the future, it would be more convenient." He grew more and more furious as he spoke: "At the very least, you have not even a shred of respect!"
"I, the True Monarch of Nine Nether, when I ruled this world back in the day, you were nothing but a tortoise grandson! Remember, in martial arts, you must respect. Respect your predecessors, respect your elders!"
He tried to control his emotions.
But, it was clear that his emotions were still somewhat out of control.
