"Qin Feiyang, you shouldn't have come back!"
Accompanied by a loud shout, a burly man flew into the sky, his gaze as sharp as a blade!
"Greetings, Deputy Commander."
A group of Black Iron Army soldiers bowed in salute.
Qin Feiyang turned his head to look at the burly man, and said indifferently, "Even a Nine-Star War Saint can become a Deputy Commander of the Black Iron Army. It seems the Great Qin Empire is running out of talent."
"How dare you!"
"With your cultivation, you dare speak to me like this?"
The burly man roared.
Previously, faced with such blatant contempt, he could only endure it.
Because the person in front of him was the son of the supreme emperor!
But now.
This son was just a pathetic wretch whom everyone wanted dead; even killing him here would raise no concerns.
Qin Feiyang smiled faintly, "My cultivation isn't strong, but killing you is still easy."
"Arrogant!"
