The black ox was gradually picking up speed, and the wooden stick in Zheng Ming's hand also began to emit an eight-foot red spear glow.
As he moved forward and the spear whistled through the air, Zheng Ming seemed like a god between heaven and earth, irresistibly powerful and invincible.
Sitting behind Zheng Ming, Fu Yuqing's eyes were exceptionally bright. She watched everything around her, with raging flames burning in her eyes.
These flames were those of excitement, those of rebellion, and those of the kind that could burn someone to death without owing their life.
Ji Kongyou could tell what Fu Yuqing was thinking at the moment. She felt that her own purpose had been half achieved at this instant.
Fu Yuqing was moved. From the look in her eyes, Ji Kongyou understood that Fu Yuqing was truly moved!
