Plop!
The sound of someone kneeling down was crisp and clear.
Ding Xian's smile froze instantly. His face filled with disbelief and fear, as if he had seen a ghost.
This was because the person kneeling down was not Chu Feng, but Wei Qilin.
Wei Qilin was Millie and the crown prince of the Martial Arts Alliance, an extremely important figure.
Ding Xian wondered what was happening, as Wei Qilin was actually kneeling down to Chu Feng.
In the next second, Ding Xian got his answer through Wei Qilin's actions.
"Wei Qilin from the Martial Arts Alliance pays respects to the God of War from Dragon Soul." Wei Qilin kneeled on one knee, showing utmost respect and not daring to take a breath.
Swoosh!
Behind him, more than one hundred elite members of the Martial Arts Alliance also kneeled down. They shouted respectfully, "We pay respects to the God of War from Dragon Soul."
Ding Xian felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind exploded with a loud bang as he fell to the ground.
"The God of War from Dragon Soul?"
His face turned extremely pale, filled with horror. Trembling, he looked at Chu Feng and asked, "Are you the God of War from Dragon Soul?"
Ding Xian was the military's most sought-after top general, carrying the five-star rank and the title of God of War who protected the nation.
And now, he found himself in trouble with Chu Feng.
Ding Xian was completely dumbfounded. He felt as if his soul had been drained, completely devoid of consciousness.
"You dare to provoke Dragon Lord?!"
Wei Qilin was furious. Chu Feng was like a walking disaster, and Ding Xian had foolishly fallen into his hands.
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