The defeat of the Flame Ice Elders brought an even greater calm to the surroundings; nearly all gazes directed at Zheng Ming were filled with awe.
In Zheng Ming's hand was half a foot of the wooden stick remaining. He withdrew his Inner Qi, pointed with the stick all around, and declared, "Who dares to fight again!"
The vigorous display of power made Zheng Ming appear like an invincible War God, with everyone at this moment struck by fear in their eyes.
No one spoke up, no one responded; those who had been blocking Zheng Ming's path, the moment they met his gaze, silently stepped aside and opened up a way.
The black ox moved slowly forward, and all around was a hush, neither Zhu Yunhong nor Ji Kongyou making a sound at this moment.
Zheng Ming proceeded forward, thirty feet, sixty feet...
Just as Zheng Ming reached ninety feet, a flute's melody resonated through the air. The flute's tune was not cheerful, yet it was filled with a martial spirit.
