Wei Zheng was not merely the Crown Prince Tutor of Great Tang; he was also the Grand Master of the Palace and the dignified Duke Zheng!
In the imperial court, he even dared to speak frankly and remonstrate with Your Majesty. Your Majesty had no choice but to heed some of his words, which showed just how high his status was!
And the reason he possessed such illustrious power and influence was, when all was said and done, that he was strong!
Wei Zheng had slain the Dragon King in a dream!
In the cultivation world, this was something everyone knew.
The Jiao Demon King naturally knew it as well.
Thus, upon hearing the name Wei Zheng, he instinctively felt horrified.
At the same time, he suddenly understood.
Why had he felt afraid while sitting beside Wei Zheng?
So he was the natural nemesis of True Dragons, the Heavenly Official of Great Tang, Wei Zheng!
"What are you trying to do?"
The Jiao Demon King shot to his feet, extremely tense and awkward. His pupils had even widened slightly as his blood surged.
Wei Zheng could suppress True Dragons.
Suppressing him, a Jiaolong with True Dragon blood in his veins, would be even easier.
The Jiao Demon King simply did not dare to gamble!
He looked toward Ding Ling, wanting to say something.
But Wei Zheng spoke in an indifferent tone:
What am I trying to do?
He chuckled lightly as he set down the teacup in his hand, then glanced at Ding Ling and the Jiao Demon King.
"Naturally, I'm taking you to the Heavenly Prison."
"The Heavenly Prison?!"
The Jiao Demon King's scalp went numb, and he instinctively wanted to run. But when he saw Ding Ling's calm, completely unflustered appearance, his heart steadied somewhat. With a smile