"What are you supposed to be?"
A descendant of a general, daring to question a true Great General of the nation, Ye Feng nearly burst into laughter at this joke. Everyone calls him a stray dog, but how many know that before Xuanyuan Nation's dismissal decree came down, he was still the Northern Border King?
Zhu Guangbo should be the one to be questioned, what is he supposed to be?
Even now, this Zhu only serves as an acting representative; the supreme authority of the Northern King actually remains in Ye Feng's hands.
Those who insult a general, kill without mercy!
There was no need for Ye Feng to act, as Xiao Chuanqi, who stood behind him, made his move. With a flick of his finger, a treasure sword cast a swift cold silver light, and sadly, the elder who followed beside Xu Jin—who might have been a worshipper of sorts—had already been struck between the eyebrows before he could adopt a defensive posture.
