"Are your faces made of iron?" Wu Tian couldn't help but ask as he looked at the people from the Divine Fist Sect.
How thick-skinned must someone be to make such a demand?
Seeing the Supreme Elder of the Divine Fist Sect's calm expression, Wu Tian realized that this person's thick skin was unparalleled.
The Elder's face, as Wu Tian calculated, could be described as both black-hearted and shameless.
"How can a person's face be so thick? We're not the Beast Clan." The Supreme Elder feigned ignorance of Wu Tian's words and replied politely,
Concerning Zhou Butong's martial arts technique, the Elder deemed it necessary for their Divine Fist Sect to obtain it.
If they didn't have this unique skill, even if they joined a power on the fringes of the continent, they would merely be treated as errand boys. But with this technique, it was different. After joining a continental power, they might gradually take control, turning the power to be under their command!
