The Palm Fire Divine Lord Flips the Table

"Am I seeing this right?"

Venerable Tianhai pointed at Zhang Ziqiang with one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other. "That guy even the Palm Fire Divine Lord fears actually called Li Zhōujūn his master—and knelt to him?"

"Yes, Dean. You saw correctly."

Zhu Jianbing nodded blankly.

Although he had no idea who the Madman Emperor was,

the Madman Emperor had frightened an eighth-grade Dao Master like the Palm Fire Divine Lord into silence. He definitely wasn't someone benevolent.

At the very least, he was an eighth-grade Dao Master.

Li Menglan was also completely bewildered.

She found that she understood Li Zhōujūn less and less.

She truly had no idea when an insurmountable chasm had appeared between the two of them.

At the same time, seeing Zhang Ziqiang kneeling and bowing to him, Li Zhōujūn said helplessly, "Get up already."

"Hehe, all right, Master!" Zhang Ziqiang sprang to his feet and said with a foolish grin.

"You came for this secret realm too?" Li Zhōujūn asked.

"Yes and no, Master. I just didn't expect you to be at Tianhai Academy. But no matter what, whatever Master wants to do, your disciple must support you. Anyone who dares defy Master's wishes is my enemy!" Zhang Ziqiang declared righteously.

"I'm not your master." Li Zhōujūn was helpless.

"Master is Master!" Zhang Ziqiang said with utter conviction.

"Suit yourself." Li Zhōujūn sighed.

At the same time,

the Palm Fire Divine Lord's face was pale. Although he was still afraid as he looked at Zhang Ziqiang, and the head he had just been pounded still throbbed faintly, he nevertheless mustered his courage and said, "Madman Emperor, although you're powerful, I'm not the only eighth-grade Dao Master who has descended here. What good does bullying me do?

"Besides, your master intends to protect Tianhai