Ji Kong didn't expect Chen Feng to be so domineering, leaving him and Jiuyou Sacred Land no face or room for retreat.
"You'll regret this, I promise."
Ji Kong said in a low voice.
As Ji Kong said these words, he sounded as if he had no backing, which was somewhat laughable.
"Aren't you going to scram? If you keep whining, I'll chop you up."
Ye Ziling spoke indifferently.
Ji Kong's face flushed red, he flung his sleeves and stormed off, leaving an embarrassing silhouette behind.
He came overbearing and left humiliated, Ji Kong got a taste of heaven and hell. He had never felt so suffocated in his life.
"Northern King, it looks like this dark place intends to make a move again."
Ye Ziling whispered.
"No need to worry," Chen Feng retorted, "If creatures of this dark place do nothing, then so be it. If they dare provoke, I'll kill this so-called sacred lord, then everything will be quiet."
Ye Ziling was left speechless, what else could he say?
Power is everything.
