Zheng Jinlong had no regard for the martial artists who had just reached the Thirteen Ranks. As his palm morphed, his Fierce Tiger Fist executed a Tiger Heart Grab that hit one martial artist in the belly, forcefully causing the martial artist to spit out fresh blood.
"You want me to leave, as if you're worthy!" Zheng Jinlong looked at the martial artists with disdain and then set his sights on Zheng Ming, "Young Master Ming, a few slaves are not skilled enough; perhaps you'd like to oust me instead?"
Having said that, he turned to the men behind him and laughed heartily, "Young Master Ming is truly remarkable, as no one in Lu Ling Mansion could match him. Oh, how truly frightened I am!"
While he claimed to be scared, not a trace of fear could be seen in Zheng Jinlong's eyes; instead, he was full of provocation.
