“The Divine King’s Insignia!” The old man was frightened and became a deflated ball.

“Boom!” He directly kneeled on the ground.

“Greetings, Divine King!” The old man didn’t dare to show any disrespect in front of Feiyun as if the Divine King was standing in front of him.

This insignia couldn’t be faked. There was only one in present time.

Feiyun put away the insignia and said: “Vice Tower Lord, your son deserves death so I killed him to uphold justice.”

“Of course, Young Noble Feng, you did the right thing.” The old man has guessed Feiyun’s identity. Outside of the Divine King, only the demon’s son could carry the insignia.

“You have no complaints?” Feiyun asked.

“That unfilial child deserves it and people rejoice at this death, how could I have any complaints?” The old man has cultivated at the pagoda for more than two hundred years. He knew better than anyone about what kind of character the Divine King...