Feng Feiyun wore a dark expression and put away the order: “Not kneeling before the Divine King? This is an act of disdain towards the imperial authority, a crime worthy of death.”

Zhang Chonglin’s eyes had a black luster just like two abysses. He sneered and said: “Haha! Little boy, you think you’re a badass now? In the eyes of the big shots, you’re nothing since you’ll be dead in just one year. Are you even strong enough to kill me? Wait and train for a few more decades.”

He didn’t give a damn about Feiyun. He had cultivated for 400 years and was in this captain position for more than 160 years. He had several million elite troops under his command. Both his cultivation and roots at the capital far exceeded Feng Feiyun.

The guy at his current cultivation using the King’s Order couldn’t hurt him right now.

“I see, insulting the Divine King, only adding to your crime. I will have to make an example out of you first then report it later. Senior Ning, please take down this arrogant...