The Prince of the Dayan Empire (3)

Behind them was a team of Spiritual Saints.

What a terrifying team!

The Dongsang Emperor felt dizzy when he saw them.

Many drew in their breaths.

That was incredible!

For them, destroying the Dongsang Kingdom would be a piece of cake.

Feng Wu was sitting in a restaurant very close to the square of the imperial capital. Right now, she was squinting at the scene.

The other people in the restaurant were already trembling in fear. They all dropped to their knees, except for Feng Wu.

Not only wouldn't she kneel, but she also had a cunning smile on her face.

"Why aren't you kneeling? Kneel!"

The shopkeeper frowned when he saw Feng Wu. Gritting his teeth, he reminded her in a low voice.

Kneel?

Kneeling wasn't part of Feng Wu's vocabulary, so she only said two words in reply. "Get lost!"

"You!" The shopkeeper was furious.

The others also glared at Feng Wu.