As for Mr. Han, Luo Yuanhao's heart had also grown increasingly suspicious of him. With Mr. Han's martial prowess, how could he possibly have matched Zheng Ming with a palm strike and come out evenly matched? Was Mr. Han intending to use Zheng Ming to eliminate himself?
However, such suspicions instantly vanished from Luo Yuanhao's mind, not because he trusted Mr. Han, but because there was no longer any need for doubt.
After injuring himself, Zheng Ming's sword did not immediately slash towards anyone else.
At this moment, Zheng Ming appeared like a ghost, stepping through odd rhythms, breaking out from the encirclement of four to five Ninth-ranked experts, and arriving in front of Old Man Han.
Old Man Han, although his cultivation level was not bad, in the instant Zheng Ming lunged at him, struck out over twenty palm strikes from mid-air towards Zheng Ming.
