"A Dragon Soul powerhouse?" Long Nitian glanced at Feng Wuchen, thinking, "Is the young master planning to build a dark force similar to God Shadow's elite?"
The sudden scene left Ling Xiaoxiao and the others quite shocked.
A Saint Emperor's action is indeed different, instantly turning danger into safety and reversing the situation.
"Feng Wuchen, the Profound Holy Realm is the territory of the Martial Soul Holy Palace! It's not up to you! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are the Supreme of the Dragon God Clan! You're insulting the Martial Soul Holy Palace!" shouted the leading Two-Star Saint Venerable man in anger.
"I call the shots now." Feng Wuchen grinned and said, "Get lost, I'll spare your life. Remember to go back and tell that old bastard Nangong Xuan that I'm waiting for him at the Rakshasa Holy Palace!"
"You!" The man was furious, his face contorted, his fists clenched tightly, and his nails pierced into his flesh.
