The smoke and dust slowly cleared. When Wu Zheng saw the figure in front of him, his eyes widened in shock.
"U-uncle!"
Wu Zheng stared at the middle-aged man in disbelief.
The middle-aged man expressionlessly looked at Wu Zheng and began to tighten his grip.
Wu Zheng mustered all the true qi in his body and gathered it on his neck, trying his best to block the iron grip.
However, his struggles were useless against the opponent's strength — his uncle was a Rank Three martial artist!
Wu Zheng hurriedly turned his head to look at his companions. However, the few people who had been following him closely earlier had run off to god knows where and disappeared without a trace.
Wu Zheng's face was instantly filled with incomparable despair and anger!
His eyes turned scarlet red. Even though his throat was tightly gripped by the other party, he still struggled to speak.
"Wh… Why?
