On the other end of the line, the person seemed to have realized something. "Song Yunhu," he said in a grave voice, "don't tell me you've offended that man."
"I..." Cold sweat beaded on Song Yunhu's brow. He didn't know how to respond.
"Are you fucking insane? A Martial Emperor in his early twenties, the Dragon Marshal! Is he someone you can afford to offend?"
The roar from the other end was so loud that Lan Rangxuan and the others heard every word with perfect clarity.
Instantly, they all froze like statues, as if they'd even forgotten how to breathe.
'Is this man really the Dragon Marshal of the Divine Strategy Army?'
"He... he might not be the Dragon Marshal. Maybe it's just a coincidence—the same name," Song Yunhu said, trying to deceive himself.
"It had better be. If you dared to offend him, you can just pack your bags and get the hell out!" With that, the person on the other end hung up.
