His heart fell into an abyss as he thought about what had happened last night. All the demons and evil cultivators had been killed, and nothing major had happened. Why was His Majesty angry?
Before he could think further, Li Yuliang smacked his forehead with two fingers and almost spat on his face. He was still the same as before, enduring the pain obediently. However, as the lord of the True Dragon Palace, his cultivation base was monstrous, his divine arts were powerful, and he wielded supreme authority. If he were to fart, the entire Grand Xia Empire would be shaken. In front of all the officials, he was humiliated like this. His heart was filled with anger as he roared crazily like a vicious dog. After this matter, if this lord didn't return the favor ten or twenty times over, he would take the same surname as you!
