```
Crash!
The direct disciples in front of him, Ouyang Tiezhu, Niu Daping, Dong Zizhuang, and Wushili, all stepped forward simultaneously, glaring angrily.
The already tense atmosphere became even more fraught with tension.
Wang Yanjun was confident, pushing the sword hilt upward with his thumb: "Master Li, a wise man submits to circumstances."
Li Linfeng's expression turned icy as a surge of anger rose from deep within him.
Just as this anger was about to erupt, his years of dealings with the government instilled some sense of reasoning, gradually suppressing the fury.
Li Linfeng knew that Wang Yanjun was not just any head of the Guardian Martial Department, but someone backed by the Great Zhou Court, with County Magistrate Chu Yiwu, a martial master of the Qi Hai realm, as their support.
He was someone Li Linfeng could not afford to provoke.
Moreover, Wang Yanjun's Qi Cultivation realm was on par with his own.
No matter how aggrieved he felt, he could only endure it.
