The foremost warship tilted downward as it flew from the sky, but stopped ten meters above An Yang's head.
A dragon's head was mounted at the front of the warship, like the ram of an ordinary battleship, yet it had a gaping maw, its rows of sharp white teeth clearly visible!
Suddenly, a blazing white light began to gather in the Dragon Kiss.
An Yang frowned and clenched his fists.
Fortunately, the white light was only charging up. The warship's commander had not ordered them to fire at him. He had even canceled the warship's protective formation and stood at the bow, staring at An Yang from ten meters away.
He was a very young battle general, with a resolute face, sharp brows, and piercing eyes. Handsome yet hard-edged, he wore a suit of battle armor, and his gaze was somewhat cold.
Two fully armed heavenly soldiers came to his side.
Two more heavenly soldiers with extraordinary bearing carried a mirror over from behind him and aimed it at An Yang!
The battle general glanced back at the mirror and frowned. Only then did he look back at An Yang and ask, "Who are you? If you aren't a demon, why have you appeared at Flower Fruit Mountain?"
An Yang went straight to the point. "I am An Yang, a wandering cultivator. I have come here to request an audience with Marshal Bian Zhuang."
The battle general was visibly stunned upon hearing this.
A moment later, he turned to a heavenly soldier beside him. He said nothing, but the soldier immediately understood, turned around, and walked toward the rear.
The battle general turned back and stared at An Yang. "How do you know the Marshal's name? What do you want with him? You have appeared without cause on the battlefield