Faced with the Lord of Order's warning, the Lord of Glory ultimately chose direct confrontation.
Given His personality, this was only to be expected. There was nothing surprising about it.
If the Lord of Order had pleaded with Him in a humble manner, perhaps He might have considered it—might even truly have stopped there. But since the Lord of Order had come to sternly and severely warn Him, then only one choice remained.
Don't back down—go head-on! A real man faces it head-on!
It was undoubtedly a mighty and domineering choice, full of the fearless, iron-blooded spirit of a true warrior. Yet at this moment, Sui Xiong only wanted to curse.
Damn it, Uther! If you want to take on the Lord of Order, just go up and beat Him to death! Why waste time smashing the Primeval Forest?
Don't you know that smashing things around is an utterly uncivilized act? What if you hit some children? Even if you don't hit anyone, it's still bad to hit the flowers and grass!
How can you be so utterly ignorant of the Five Lectures, Four Beauties, and Three Loves? How can you have no concept whatsoever of socialist honor and disgrace? Go back and copy out the Core Socialist Values three hundred times as punishment!
Cursing furiously in his heart, Sui Xiong sprang into the air. His body transformed midair into an enormous green palm, meeting the Lord of Glory's gigantic hand as it came crashing down.
The giant palm descending from the heavens had thick knuckles and sharply defined angles, clad in a heavy iron gauntlet. One glance was enough to tell that it belonged to a battle-hardened warrior. The giant palm rising from the ground, meanwhile, was soft and pudgy, with not the slightest hint of strength. It wore