Feng Wuchen effortlessly compelled Lingyun and others to concede defeat.
This is the power of true strength! The kind of formidable power that commands recognition!
"I've told you guys not to bite off more than you can chew. Regretting it now, aren't you?" Ling Xiaoxiao said with a wicked smile as she looked at Lingyun and his group.
"Feng Wuchen is even more terrifying than the Feng Wuchen that the Saintess mentioned," Ling Chong said with a bitter smile.
"Comparing oneself with others will only make one angry. Our cultivations are all higher than Feng Wuchen's, yet to think that the six of us together couldn't even handle him," Lingyun said with a face full of frustration.
"My respects!" Feng Wuchen courteously clasped his fists in salute.
"Brother Feng, let's go. Grandpa and father are all waiting in the great hall. They've been delayed quite a bit because of this commotion," Ling Xiaoxiao hurriedly said, pulling Feng Wuchen with her as they flew toward the majestic palace.
