The mountain wind was bleak, thinning the stench of seawater.
Li Qingfeng's rather arrogant response not only reached the ears of the many Dragon Palace demons but also echoed in the ears of the South Hong Seven Sons Cultivators.
Both sides were caught off guard.
Clutching the Imperial Edict in their hands, the two from the Ke Family stared fixedly at the young cultivator below. They suddenly felt as if they had transformed from the distinguished Dragon Descendants into a lowly servant, tasked with inviting honored guests to a banquet—and one who had just been put in his place at that.
Could it be that the Nanyang Sect really thought they came here to cordially invite them to a drink?
Putting on airs in front of the Southern Dragon Palace?
"You, a Divinity Transformation Stage junior, what right do you have to speak in front of this prince..."