Do You All Have Something Against Me?

Wang Hou had read Jiang He's file more than once—how could he not know what Jiang He looked like?

Still, he was beside himself in shock when he identified the figure that the pangolin drew with his spirit powers.

What the hell?

Jiang He?

When Zhou Yu returned, he had reported on Jiang He in detail: rank-seven, advanced, and extremely powerful in combat. But how could a rank-seven advanced slay the Black King Drake, a newly ascended Feral King?

Was that not just nonsense?

And in that instant of distraction, the Feral Kings started bellowing again.

"Give us the killer!" The Blue King Drake raged.

The other Ferals that were in hiding also unleashed a burst of their aura, all of them bellowing, "Give us the killer or it's war!"

The Ferals' roars echoed throughout the sky.