Boom!
Xiao Zheng casually waved his hand, and a gigantic golden palm materialized in the void, slamming Zheng Shenyou into the ground.
Hong Wuxing, who was still kneeling, gasped, eyes filled with shock, frozen in place with no idea how to react.
Hong Sanquan was in a similar state. He stared blankly at the scene before him, his mind a blank, as if witnessing a mythical event.
"Ah..."
At that moment, an angry roar came from beneath the ground. Zheng Shenyou leaped up, eyes emitting a dangerous glare, locking onto Xiao Zheng.
"Who are you?"
Zheng Shenyou shouted fiercely.
This young man before him was terrifying beyond words. Despite appearing to be in his twenties, he could conjure a Gang Qi palm out of thin air.
Such a realm he had only seen with his master; it was beyond the reach of a Grandmaster, it was... the Martial Saint!
Xiao Zheng said coldly, "You're not worthy of knowing my name."
