As for the various prodigies observing the battle, their faces were taut at this moment. Although they wished to step forward now and return the humiliation Zheng Ming had given to them back onto his face,
they knew very well that they were not capable, that they could not receive that one sword strike.
Directors like Yuwen Deji and others also flashed anger on their faces, yet though they were furious, they were not willing to lower themselves at this time to settle a score with a junior like Zheng Ming.
Thus, for a moment, there was a silence all around.
Half an hour later, Zheng Ming sheathed his sword and left. Sikong Longxiang's eyes were filled with ferocity. In all these years, when had Sikong Longxiang ever suffered such great humiliation? He was unwilling, oh how unwilling he was!
Originally, in his eyes, Zheng Ming was but a toy to be played with at his clap, but now, in front of all Dong Song Academy's students, Zheng Ming had given him a resounding slap on the face.
