Feng Wuchen's shout reverberated through the Divine Palace. His presence was commanding and domineering, exuding a powerful deterrence.
Nearly a hundred thousand people crowded the Divine Palace, yet among them, there was no sign of Leng Hun.
Leng Hun hadn't appeared for a while; it seemed he was in secluded cultivation.
"Leng Hun! Come out and face your death!" Feng Wuchen roared again, his voice so loud it echoed throughout the Divine Palace, carrying with it an overwhelming force of intimidation.
It would be difficult for the secluded Leng Hun not to hear.
"Yunyouzi is seriously injured; you don't think, just with these people you can take on my Divine Palace, do you? Feng Wuchen, do not overestimate your strength," Leng Yunkong spoke coldly, the chill of murderous intent permeating the air.
"Shouldn't we be the ones saying that to you?" Ye Tianwei retorted with a mocking sneer.
Bei Dou Yan sneered, "Who was it that fled in a rout back then? Wasn't it you guys?"
