In the Feng Residence in Suyang City, former city lord Feng Tiande ordered the inner courtyard sealed off. The entire Feng Household stood on high alert, with several trusted clan elders personally stationed inside, their Mecha, War Armor, and the Three-Star Battle Puppets left by their ancestors at their sides, ready for any unforeseen danger.
In another side hall, Feng Zhengliang looked haggard. One hand was bandaged, while the other propped up his chin. He sat there impatiently, letting a white-haired old man examine him.
Only after a long while did the old man shakily turn around and report to Feng Tiande, "Master, the city lord is in no serious danger."
Feng Zhengliang immediately said, "Father, how many times have I told you? I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound."
Feng Tiande was so furious that he laughed. "Just a flesh wound! Do you realize you nearly lost your life this time? And you still call it a flesh wound!"
"They even used a Godslaying Arrow from the Other Continent against you! Are you at the peak of Foundation Establishment, or are you a Core Formation expert? How dare you call it a flesh wound?"
Feng Zhengliang muttered, "It didn't hit me, did it? The ancestor blocked it."
At that, Feng Tiande's chest heaved again, and he nearly failed to catch his breath.
Fortunately, he retained his senses and first waved the others away. "Leave us."
"Yes, Master."
Only after everyone had left did he point at Feng Zhengliang, his finger trembling as he sputtered in fury. "You unfilial son! Just mentioning this makes me so angry I could die!"
"You actually dared to use the ancestor... to use the ancestor as a shield!"
"Didn't I tell you to absorb magic power secretly in the rear courtyard? Who would have