Zhu Feng’s liver was close to exploding, as a merely common Guo Family’s disciple had dared to treat him in such an insulting manner. His fists clenched tightly, and he was excluding a strong urge to kill this Guo Family’s disciple! Kill this dog of a disciple! Kill this lowly scum!

Zhu Feng almost gave into his impulse to kill the Guo Family’s disciple, but Zhu Yi blocked him from making a rash move.

“Father!” Zhu Feng cried out, as his father had stopped him, and his anger was boiling in his heart.

Zhu Yi’s expression was sullen as he reminded, “We’re in Sea God City.”

Zhu Feng was furious, and so was he. As the Vientiane World’s Fortune Gate’s Chief, this was the first time he was humiliated like this since he had risen to the Fortune Gate Chief position for almost thirty thousand years.

It was obvious that...