"Haha! Zhu Fuchen, how about it? Impressive or what? Cool or what? Domineering or what?" Xu Qianwu stood with hands on hips, his face full of arrogance, showing off to Zhu Fuchen.
Zhu Fuchen gave Xu Qianwu a sideways glance, his face darkening as he snorted, "Old Xu, feeling proud, huh? Showing off in front of me?"
"Hehe!" Xu Qianwu felt somewhat uncomfortable under Zhu Fuchen's stare and used laughter to mask his discomfort, "Old Zhu, just admit it, isn't it impressive?"
"Given your strength, to actually kill a Netherlord, it is indeed quite impressive," Zhu Fuchen said as he walked over and patted Xu Qianwu on the shoulder, "Old Xu, you've really improved a lot, becoming so powerful."
"Cough, cough!"
Xu Qianwu, embarrassed, responded, "Zhu Fuchen, it was Xiao Mu who killed him."
"Xiao Mu? The Xiao Mu from the Ruins?"
