At the same time, the golden silk parasol was summoned by him, hovering above his head, suppressing the light of the array that lit up nearby. As he took a step, many textures on the ground, like red-hot irons, extinguished.
With a loud bang, as he stepped out with both feet, nine-colored Evil Qi surged, and the ground was covered with black cracks. The protective array that had already been torn open continued to collapse.
"You are... Qin Ming?" The men in black, who were calm even in crisis, were suddenly shocked and their expressions changed when they saw Qin Ming's true face.
The leader was considered a direct descendant of the Cui Family, someone Qin Ming had seen in the past but was relatively unfamiliar with and had little contact. He recognized the person under the parasol.
He found it hard to believe that the "discarded son" had become so powerful. To take the initiative to attack like this was such a show of strength and boldness.
