Plunged into the Ground

Zhang Liancheng was also stunned. He had never imagined that Yang Ming had such an identity. When they first met, Yang Ming had said he was a wandering ninja.

It was not just Zhang Liancheng. Sun Shangxiang, Lian Xiaoyun, and the others who had met Yang Ming were all stunned, clearly shocked by his identity!

A member of the Feather Clan and a commander of the Fire Dragon Pawnshop—those were worlds apart in status!

"Damn it!"

Vermilion Bird could not help cursing under his breath. He turned and left. If this was true, then he truly could not afford to provoke Yang Ming.

Everything he had said earlier was nothing more than a joke.

The other man held a far higher status than him, yet he had ignorantly mocked him without knowing anything. What was that if not stupidity?

"What, you're leaving just like that?"

Vermilion Bird might no longer dare provoke Yang Ming, but that did not mean Yang Ming would let him go so easily.

No one on this planet had ever dared speak to him like that.

And even if there were, it certainly would not be Vermilion Bird!

"What do you mean?"

Vermilion Bird was proud and arrogant as well. Otherwise, he could not have earned a title at such a young age. Hearing this, he abruptly turned around and spoke coldly.

"Kneel and apologize to me!"

Yang Ming responded coldly.

"You're courting death!"

Vermilion Bird flew into a rage. He was the mighty Lord Vermilion Bird, yet someone actually dared tell him to kneel and apologize—and that person was a Feather Clan member he had looked down upon. He immediately roared.

He attacked without hesitation!

His hands formed seals, completing them in an instant!

"Fire Release: Fire Dragon Bullet!"

A massive fireball immediately spewed from