Just as Feng Yu was about to persuade Xia Feng to go out and see those soldiers to appease the army's morale, the outside suddenly turned pitch black.
Xia Feng furrowed his brows and was about to go out to check when he heard a voice outside that sounded like muffled thunder.
"Where is Xia Feng, the brat!"
"Xia Feng, the brat, come and pay homage to us quickly!"
Xia Feng's face, which was initially planning to lift the tent, instantly darkened.
In the current Celestial Essence Continent, no one dared to call him like this, not even in their hearts, let alone cursing to his face.
He took a deep breath, adjusted the expression on his face, and then went out.
In mid-air, a crimson cloud appeared, and two Martial Gods wrapped in strands of Divine Power stood arrogantly in the air.
Seeing Xia Feng come out, the two's expressions firmed up: "Are you the Xia Family descendant who recently broke through to Demigod?"
