Ling Feng slowly stood up from his seat and walked to the front of the commanders of various camps, speaking coldly, "Whatever I, the General, ask, you answer honestly, or else, die!"
"You... who do you think you are!"
Xu Zhongda's cheek was swollen high from Ling Feng's slap. Although he was a peak Divine Origin Realm martial artist and a camp commander, now humiliated by Ling Feng in such a public setting.
"Who am I? You don't know?"
Ling Feng's gaze turned cold as he stared Xu Zhongda down, "You, as a commander, are defying your superior. Is this how your Grand Commander administers the army?"
Xu Zhongda clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth, "Fine, General Ling, then pardon me for speaking the truth, dreaming of becoming the next King of Hundred Battles, that's just foolish talk!"
"Oh?"
Scanning the commanders, Ling Feng noted that although they had been commanded to become his subordinates, they were essentially Yuan Tiangang's division.
