Lu Ming opened his mouth. Yan Song seemed to have woken up from a dream and reacted.
"You ... You dog, what kind of demonic technique did you use that you actually made the Saint of Ming Yan country kneel. How dare you. Just you wait, this matter is not over!"
After saying this, Yan Song turned around and was about to leave.
Lu Ming was too strange. He could actually make an expert of the sage state kneel down. He felt his hair standing on end. He wanted to return to the capital first and report to his father. Then, he would send experts to take revenge.
"Did I let you go?"
Lu Ming's indifferent voice rang out. He moved and appeared in front of Yan Song. His cold, knife-like gaze swept toward Yan Song, causing Yan song's expression to change drastically. He could not help but take a few steps back.
"What do you want to do?"
Yan Song shouted.
"Kneel down and slap your own mouth!"
Lu Ming said calmly.