"Who the hell do you think you are, daring to stop the Jinling King's men? I think you're asking for it..." Zhang Dingyuan roared, his anger unstoppable as he turned around.
But the moment he turned, the words caught in his throat. Fear flashed in his eyes, and his face turned deathly pale. His body began to tremble, and a second later, he collapsed to the ground, completely enveloped by a terrifying dread.
That's right—Zhang Dingyuan saw the King of the Southern Town. He saw the King's imposing figure, his stern face brimming with a murderous aura. The man was staring at him like a fierce tiger.
