A long shadow was left as the setting sun shined on the great city. Feng Feiyun, Mo Chongji, Bai Ruxue, and fifty soldiers riding fierce mounts were approaching.

However, once they were one thousand feet away, someone told them to stop: “Hold it there.”

Next were golden arrows shooting out. Each as big as a pillar and more than sharp enough. They shot out like rays and cut through the wind to stop the group’s path.

Mo Chongji shouted back: “Who is bold enough to stop the Divine King from entering the city?”

Meanwhile, Chen Daoran was put in a tough position. He was the governor of Ancient Jiang but didn’t actually possess any real authority.

The sixth tribe lord, Chang Dakai, posed with his great axe. His head slightly tilted as he smiled: “Never heard of this Divine King, that’s only a brat whose lips still wet with his mother’s milk. Don’t make me laugh. Haha!”

The other Jiang soldiers also burst out in laughter after seeing how young Feiyun was and his “weak” physique. They felt that they could easily crush him to death.

The Jiang worshipped physical strength. How could they give a damn about Feiyun, given his appearance?

The soldiers from the army were furious, wanting to rush to the walls to take these guys down.

Feiyun wasn’t angry. He signaled and told his men to stop. He jumped down from the tiger and stood on the tough pavement before the golden arrows.

He smiled and said: “I’ve heard that the Jiang respects the strong and physical prowess. Unfortunately, looks like they don’t really use their head.”

Even if Dakai was dumb, he could hear the mockery in Feiyun’s comment. Seven beast souls rushed out of him while his hair erected straight upward: “Little brat, you dare to mock me?!”

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