"How can I let you have your way?" After uttering these words, one by one, Zheng Ming once again stirred the power within his body.
But the power from the Nine Cauldrons Body Forging Technique had already fully merged into the Fire Dragon Spear, leaving no power within Zheng Ming's body at that moment.
What to do? It would be miserable indeed if I truly couldn't break through Cheng Yidao's blade aura and lose to a person like him. I can't accept this!
The colder Zheng Ming's eyes became, the more frantically he gathered every ounce of strength in his body, pooling the cold currents flowing within him, converging every bit of power between his hands.
As the inner strength from the Nine Cauldrons Body Forging Technique ran out, that chilling flow, at that moment, teased out a force—no, it should be nine faint forces. These nine stocks of inner strength were originally suppressed, but under the effect of the flow named Heavenly Dominating Blood, they were excavated bit by bit.
