The words of Wang Zuojun were righteous and sonorous, and brooked no doubt, like another huge hat, heavily smashing onto Zheng Ming's head.
Listening to Wang Zuojun, a look of shock appeared on Blackheart Old Man's face. He knew about the Sword Hunting matter and was also aware of the pursuit and killing of Zheng Ming by the various noble families.
If one's cultivation level had not reached a certain realm, even a brave man could not withstand a pack of wolves. Although Zheng Ming's cultivation was good, it still spelled a dead end for him.
But he had not expected that Zheng Ming would actually kill so many aristocratic young masters, so many noble family experts. This made Blackheart Old Man feel as though he was listening to a myth.
"How is that possible? How could he possibly kill so many people?"
