Yang Chen did not have much of a favorable impression of Murong Feng, but after witnessing Feng Xiaotian's battle with the Tomorrow Heavenly King just now, he could not help saying, "The one who fought the Tomorrow Heavenly King just now should have been Feng Xiaotian, the head of the Four Heavenly Kings."
"Boss, it was him," Zuo Xiao said.
Yang Chen nodded. "It seems Feng Xiaotian is someone who sees the bigger picture. From what I saw of his battle with the Tomorrow Heavenly King, he seemed to be holding the Tomorrow Heavenly King back. Otherwise, if the Tomorrow Heavenly King had joined the battlefield, our situation would have been far worse."
Chen Ji folded his arms. "Who knows whether Feng Xiaotian was possessed today or what. He was never like this before."
"Oh? What do you mean?" Yang Chen did not know much about Feng Xiaotian.
Chen Ji said, "At first, Feng Xiaotian had even planned to sell you out. Then, once the war began, he tangled with the Tomorrow Heavenly King. Actually, aside from the first time, when he was arrogant and overconfident and fought the Tomorrow Heavenly King once, he gained no advantage and returned with his feathers clipped. From then on, he never dared fight the Tomorrow Heavenly King alone again. In several Holy Wars, he left the Tomorrow Heavenly King for others to handle. His cowardice was famous. But today, as if possessed, he actually dared to clash head-on with the Tomorrow Heavenly King."
"There was such a thing?" Yang Chen was naturally surprised.
He truly had not expected Feng Xiaotian to be such a mouse-hearted coward.
When he looked again, Feng Xiaotian had already led his people away. Yang Chen could only say, "No matter what, we won a battle today. Let's go