"Who is the commanding officer here?"
Liu Zhen jolted, snapping out of his shock.
He wiped the blood from his face. Not daring to delay, he circulated his qi to lighten his body, tapped his feet across a few crates, and leaped onto a shipping container next to the fighter jet.
Even so, he still had to look up at Han Feng, who was hovering in mid-air.
"Garrison Commander of East Sea City's Dragon's Fang Port, Liu Zhen! I greet... I greet you, my lord!"
Liu Zhen had struggled for a moment, unsure how to address this impossibly young powerhouse, and could only resort to a title of respect.
'He was actually quite nervous. The aura fluctuating from this man was clearly only at the Meridian Passage Realm.'
'But that world-destroying strike from before, and his current ability of Sky-controlling Flight, were completely beyond his comprehension.'
"Cut the crap."
Han Feng casually tossed him a Potion. "Stop the bleeding first.
