Feng Wuchen could tell that Yi Qingyun had some personal bias, but he didn't say anything.
For the Underworld King, being crippled was a more painful punishment than death.
As a practitioner, one would rather die than become a cripple.
Seeing that Feng Wuchen didn't seem to mind, Yi Qingyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man in front of him was none other than the Supreme of the Dragon God Clan, a being equivalent to the fourth forefather, utterly untouchable.
"My lord, should we kill Dongfang Zhan?" Yi Qingyun asked respectfully.
"No rush, I've heard the Supreme Holy Temple has Saint Emperor experts. Let's wait for them to come together." Feng Wuchen sneered.
Dongfang Zhan's face was extremely hideous, and he growled angrily, "Feng Wuchen, I hope you don't regret offending my Supreme Holy Temple!"
"I should be saying that to you." Feng Wuchen shot a cold glance at Dongfang Zhan.
