Even Lord Thousand Households Ming was being hunted down.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Mingrui's eyes flickered as he flipped over the courtyard wall, lifted a pile of broken wood, and looked down at the armor-clad person, barely clinging to life.
Households Commander Ming...
How did he end up here?
But the condition of Commander Ming was evidently dire, his breaths more outgoing than incoming, and his chest heaved less noticeably by the moment.
It seemed,
he could die at any moment.
"Hmm!"
Almost sensing someone approaching, the unconscious Commander Ming's wrist trembled slightly, gripping the giant sword, but was powerless to move.
"So badly injured?"
Fang Zheng knelt down, gently pressing Ming's wrist, his brows furrowed.
Such a weak pulse would've been fatal for ordinary people long ago, and even a martial artist might not survive.
"Search!"
"He's nearby!"
"There's a hefty reward for finding him!"
