Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 771 You Don’t Deserve It

Instinctively, he looked up and smiled calmly. "I have long heard of the reputation of the Dragon Lord. Today, seeing you in person is truly remarkable. The Dragon Lord has graced our Fengdu camp with his presence, and as a humble lord, I am honored."

Chu Feng glanced at him indifferently, not giving him any respect.

"Do you really deserve to be called a lord?"

"Who are you, and who bestowed upon you the title of a lord?"

"Uh..."

Wu Yinglong was instantly speechless, his mouth twitching.

The soldiers on the scene exchanged glances, discussing among themselves.

As the eldest son of Lord Ping Xi, Wu Yinglong had always been referred to as the "young lord" by everyone. Although he did not hold an official title, his hereditary succession meant that he would eventually become the next "Lord Ping Xi."

Wu Yinglong had no objections to this and gradually began to refer to himself as the "Young Lord."

But he never expected that today, in front of Chu Feng, his little charade would be exposed without mercy.

Chu Feng coldly glanced at him and said, "Don't call yourself a lord in front of me ever again."

"Who are you? Say it again; I didn't hear clearly."

Although his voice was soft, it felt like a loud slap in the face, fiercely hitting Wu Yinglong.

Wu Yinglong's mouth twitched a few times, but under the immense pressure from Chu Feng, he still gritted his teeth and saluted, "Wu Yinglong, the commander of the Fengdu camp, pays respects to the God of War!"

Chu Feng stood tall and casually responded without moving.

Chen Fengxing beside him narrowed his gaze and said coldly, "Don't you understand the rules? Lord Chu appoints the Dragon Lord to be the supreme commander. Is this your first day in the army? Kneel down and welcome him."

"What? Kneel down?"

Wu Yinglong glared at him.

Who did he think he was?

He was the eldest son of Lord Ping Xi, Wu Zhenguo, the first heir of the royal clan Wu. He was the next Lord Ping Xi.

Even when facing those lords, who were on equal footing with Wu Zhenguo, he only gave a slight bow.

Now, Chu Feng actually wanted him to kneel in public?

Chen Fengxing said coldly, "What's wrong? All the soldiers are kneeling to welcome him, but you won't. Is your position as commander more noble than everyone else? Is your life more precious than everyone else's?"

Wu Yinglong's mouth twitched, hesitating.

Chu Feng simply lowered his head and glanced at Wu Yinglong.

"The military order is absolute. Even if it were Wu Zhenguo himself, he wouldn't dare to disobey my orders."

The next second, Wu Yinglong was drenched in sweat, his face pale as a sheet.

The aura was overwhelming!

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Wu Yinglong knelt on the ground, filled with genuine fear, unable to muster the courage to raise his head and look at Chu Feng.

It wasn't that he lacked courage, but his legs had turned weak from the intimidating aura emanating from Chu Feng, leaving him with no strength to stand.

The soldiers present were all dumbfounded, their hearts filled with indescribable shock.

Wu Yinglong was completely no match for Chu Feng!

Chu Feng looked down upon everyone, taking confident and steady steps forward, each step resounding with authority.

Wherever he went, all the soldiers kneeled down on one knee in unison, forming two rows, expressing their utmost respect.

The strong wind blew, and the red flags fluttered.

Chu Feng walked directly to the position of the commander in the main camp and sat down with grandeur.

Despite the intrusion, no one felt that anything was amiss.

Chu Feng sat in the high seat, his gaze sweeping over the rows of soldiers present, calmly speaking, "I am here today for one purpose."

"That is to seek justice for the thirty thousand brave men who died on the border, their bodies lost without a trace."

In an instant, Wu Yinglong's hands and feet turned cold, and despair filled his mind!