The Unknown God of War

"Not bad. I didn't expect you to be able to defeat Taishan. I admire your courage, but that doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want in front of me!"

Yun Ting rested his hands behind his back and walked up to Chu Feng. "No matter how strong you might be, you're still only an ordinary man, and you won't achieve anything great in your life. I am a general of Donghua, and I command 30,000 elite soldiers under me. What makes you think you can go against me?"

Yun Ting puffed up his chest to make the medals pinned on his uniform gleam even more brilliantly, as though that would make him look more intimidating.

Indeed, many of the guests around him instinctively lowered their heads and seemed nervous.

It was intimidating to be so close to a general and the son-in-law of the Nonamillennial!

It was not exaggerating to say that Yun Ting was currently one of the most powerful people in Donghua.

Yun Changqing stretched his limbs and sipped his tea, expecting Chu Feng and Yun Muqing to fall to their knees and apologize to him soon.

He considered himself lucky for being able to have such an outstanding son from a one-night stand with a random social escort in a small town.

He regretted not sleeping around even more. Who knows if he might have a few more children like Yun Ting, or even better?

Yun Ting smirked smugly, thinking that Chu Feng was sufficiently cowed. He dusted his military uniform and said, "You should know my identity…"

"Your identity? What's your identity?" Chu Feng looked at him mockingly and said, "The son-in-law of a eunuch, or his lapdog?"

Yun Ting's face instantly went taut, and he looked as sullen as he could get.

Everyone who heard that, including Yun Changqing, gasped in shock.

How dare that guy insult the Nonamillennial? Is he tired of living?

"You're not considered a real man, let alone a general of the military. What gives you the right to act so brazenly?" Chu Feng said coldly. "Your clothes and medals don't mean anything to me."

"How dare you!" Yun Ting roared angrily. Chu Feng's words had struck a nerve. "How dare you insult the sanctity of the military and the Nonamillennial! Do you know that I can execute you on the spot just by those words alone?"

Shing! As he spoke, he drew the sword on his waist. The frigid aura of the sword seemed to have frozen the air around it.

"It's an honor to die to the Nonamillennial's Wyvern Technique!" Yun Ting laughed brazenly.

The guests exclaimed in shock. "The Wyvern Technique? That's the Nonamillennial's supreme technique! I've heard he used the technique to defeat seven other martial arts grandmasters!"

"If Yun Ting inherited the technique from the Nonamillennial, the rumors must be true. He must be very close to the Nonamillennial."

"It means that Yun Ting is about half as strong as the Nonamillennial! He's a martial arts prodigy! That guy is dead for sure."