Chapter 385: The Scrap Copper and Iron We Use for Chopping Firewood

"Zhang Menglong, you're way too arrogant. Do you really think you can take on the entire Ancient Martial Arts World by yourself?" A Mythical Realm Level Four Martial Artist stepped forward, a hulking figure with a golden staff slung across his back. He looked like a sturdy middle-aged man, but in fact, he was a curious old monster over a hundred years old.

"Where's the logic in what you're all saying?" Zhang Menglong was perplexed, "There are clearly nine seats here. Aren't they meant to be sat on? What's the problem with me sitting here?"

"Oh!" Zhang Menglong slapped his thigh, "I get it now, this is one of your unspoken rules, isn't it?"

The ears of the Martial Artists present were burning.

Of course, everyone knew this was one of the Ancient Martial Arts World's unspoken rules. The central seat had always been reserved for the Martial God, and no one had ever dared to sit there. Occupying that seat symbolized a challenge to the authority of the Martial God!