"Fine. In that case, I'll be merciful and tell you," Song Yunhu sneered.
Wu Guangsheng, Yu Feihong, and the others all perked up their ears, afraid to miss a single word.
"Listen carefully! The man before you is the newly appointed Dragon Marshal of the Divine Strategy Army—Lin Han!" Song Yunhu announced.
BOOM!
His words struck like a clap of thunder!
Everyone present trembled violently.
Their faces were masks of terror and disbelief.
They couldn't believe their ears.
'This guy is the Dragon Marshal?'
'A Dragon Marshal in his early twenties?'
"How is that possible? It's impossible..." Wu Guangsheng looked as if his soul had just left his body.
THUMP!
Zhao Meina collapsed to the floor, her pretty face a deathly shade of gray.
'I actually dared to provoke a Dragon Marshal?'
However, the one hit hardest was Yu Feihong. Moments ago, he had been so smug in front of Lin Han, taunting him relentlessly.
