Submission, or Death!

Submission, or Death!

"Haha... Lion King, you certainly have keen senses!"

As soon as the Lion King finished speaking, a deep, sonorous laugh suddenly rang out from outside the great hall. Yun Feng Hou entered with a smile on his face, followed by Bao Lei, the Clan Leader of the Tyrannosaurus Clan.

And just as the powerhouses in the great hall changed expressions, powerful auras suddenly appeared outside Divine Lion City as well. Those formidable presences surrounded the entire city, poised to strike.

"Just the two of you?"

The Lion King raised his thick, fiery-red brows, a hint of gold running through them. His intimidating eyes fixed on the two men as he spoke blandly.

"Hehe, Shi Hai! Do you think the two of us can take you down?"

Yun Feng Hou smiled calmly and leisurely sized up the Lion King, who stood at the head of the hall. Beside him, Bao Lei stared expressionlessly at the Lion King, the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifting into a bitter smile.

"Bao Lei! You've submitted to him just like that?"

The Lion King ignored Yun Feng Hou's half-smiling expression and fixed his solemn gaze on Bao Lei, demanding in a deep voice.

"Alas! Lion King, the tide of the times is irresistible. A wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in. You can't resist!"

Bao Lei sighed helplessly. A trace of fear flashed through his eyes, and his gaze drifted uncertainly about as if searching for something.

"May I ask which friend is here? Why not come out and meet me? Could it be that you look down on me, Shi Hai?"

The Lion King sharply caught the fleeting complexity in Bao Lei's expression, and his heart sank. His piercing gaze swept around, but he detected no unusual fluctuations. He