Whoosh!
The Emperor of the Dayan Dynasty, Nangong Zheng, had a sharp gaze that instantly fell upon Lin Fan.
After all.
Tens of thousands present were all bowing to him in worship.
Only Lin Fan stood there upright, strikingly conspicuous!
"Why do you not kneel before me?" Nangong Zheng's eyebrows twitched, exuding a majestic imperial authority that overwhelmed the senses.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have probably been frightened into kneeling and incessantly knocking their forehead to the floor.
But.
Lin Fan was not only unafraid, but he also stood even straighter, responding indifferently: "I do not kneel to kings!"
"What did you say?" Nangong Zheng's eyes narrowed, his face already showing an unhappy expression.
"Heh, this kid, isn't he seeking death?"
"Refusing to kneel before the Emperor? Doesn't he realize what he is? Saying such words in front of so many people to His Majesty the Emperor, isn't that seeking death?"
"Heh!"
"Fool!"
