You're a Disciple of My Sect! Nonsense, I Am a Divine Envoy! How Dare You Disturb My Dao Heart!

You're a disciple of my sect! Nonsense, I am a divine envoy! How dare you disturb my Dao heart! Something was off—there was something wrong with this man's eyes.

"Are you their leader?"

Ignoring the soldiers, An Changhai walked up to the middle-aged general, his expression somewhat strange.

"You're that deity?"

"No wonder. Your cultivation is probably no weaker than mine, is it?"

Even though he could not sense the other man's cultivation, that single glance just now had concealed many things.

With cultivation like that, it was no wonder he needed Blood Pearls.

Still, all this mysterious, ghostly theatrics was rather beneath him.

He had dared to come here alone.

Either he was overly confident, or...

"What deity? The deity is in the village. Do you want to pay your respects to the deity?"

Hearing the middle-aged general's words, An Changhai frowned slightly. Why did it feel like he could not understand what the man was saying?

How strange.

The moment those words were spoken,

the middle-aged general froze where he stood.

An hour later,

the middle-aged general knelt devoutly before the electric fan, murmuring prayers for the deity's blessing.

This was fucking truly a deity!

It was actually real!

After witnessing the deity's abilities with his own eyes, Chen Yunlong was completely won over.

Especially after learning that receiving a teaching could make him stronger.

His entire mind went blank.

Of course, this blankness came from sheer joy.

Just look at the army under his command.

Look at the forces under his banner.

A fortune-teller had once said that when he reached middle age, once he encountered wind and cloud, he would transform into a dragon.

It truly had not deceived him.

A teaching!

He had to receive a teaching!

To hell with the Blood Pearl Space. What