He blocked that blade, he blocked it for the hero in his own eyes, for the person whom he admired, who came to rescue them at the risk of his life.
The flash of the blade, the clash of killing intent. The deaths of the Chasing Wind Bat and that elite rider made the bloody smell on the battlefield even more pungent.
"Kill, kill, kill, we can't let the Sixth Village Master die in vain, we Hanyun Fort have real men, we too have heroes!"
In a howl like that of a wolf, countless thieves charged up again, and Zheng Ming felt his blood truly ignite when that elite rider fell before him.
At that moment, he could no longer distinguish whether he was Zheng Ming or Zhao Yun.
The body that was slightly weary at first, at this moment, became filled with power, his long spear danced like a club, instantly knocking down over a dozen thieves that charged at him.
Blood is burning!
The thin Flame Emperor War Blood within Zheng Ming finally revealed itself!
