Uncle Master?

Elder Tian Cang knew that Wu Zuo was being sarcastic.

He was still resenting the rudeness of the Blood Demon Temple Master just now, especially that chop which nearly split Wu Zuo's face in half.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and apologize to your senior brother!" Elder Tian Cang turned around angrily and shouted, seeing that the Blood Demon Temple Master was still somewhat defiant.

He raised his hand and slapped the other's head.

The sound was crisp.

Uncle Master!

These two words reminded the Blood Demon Temple Master.

In the entire Northern Spacetime, there were not many people who could make his father show such respect, except for those gods.

And the legendary Realm King.

Ordinary gods were okay; they didn't have much power and were not as influential as Elder Tian Cang.

But Realm King was different.

Elder Tian Cang had always been called the Realm King's named disciple.