"Throw your Flying Knife, what are you wasting time for? Do you think your Flying Knife can't break through our ancestor's Life and Death Cycle Body? If you think you can't break it, then stop wasting time."
"Kneel and bow your head to admit defeat, and we will let you leave the Mu Clan. Gaining advantages through cunning, what ability does that count for?"
"Zheng Ming, you were able to kill Mu Jincheng because our three ancestors didn't bother with you. Now that you know how formidable it is, why haven't you admitted defeat already?" The Mu Clan's juniors clamored in a hubbub.
Zheng Ming paid no heed to the clamor of the Mu Clan members, as if he hadn't heard the Zheng Family members at all. Standing in the air, he held the Dragon-slaying Edge, his entire being like a statue.
But within that stillness, the implied imminent motion with the momentum of thunder and lightning chilled the hearts of everyone present.
