"Oh really? Count them."
The middle-aged man crossed his arms, completely ignoring Feng Wuchen's threat.
"This kid can make my power vanish mysteriously; he must have some powerful artifact on him," the man speculated inwardly, but he never would have thought Feng Wuchen's cultivation surpassed his own.
"Yang protector, you seem to know him, are you acquainted? He hurt you, do you mind if I kill him?" Feng Wuchen asked, looking at Yang Zi Lan.
"I don't mind," Yang Zi Lan shook his head and said, "but it might bring big trouble to the Dragon God Holy Temple. His name is Wu Qi, the Grand Commander of the Martial Soul Holy Palace; their power is no less than the Dragon God Holy Temple. The three traitors of the Dragon God Clan are protected by the Martial Soul Holy Palace, preventing the ancestor from dealing with them."
"As long as you don't mind." Feng Wuchen replied nonchalantly, dismissing the Martial Soul Holy Palace entirely.
Feng Wuchen's answer stunned Yang Zi Lan.
