"Hehe, this opportunity is truly extraordinary. If you, Young Master Ming, can seize this chance, you might just become a lord of a region." At that moment, Zuo Wuhai let out a sigh of relief.
He was genuinely frightened by Zheng Ming's Transformation Skill Great Method, the True Qi he had painstakingly cultivated dissipated with a single palm strike from Zheng Ming, damn it, just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.
He even began to regret having taken on the task of saving Zuo Yun Cong.
Zuo Yun Cong glanced at Zuo Wuhai, who had been fawning over Zheng Ming, and rolled his eyes gently. At that moment, he had lost all courage to escape.
Zheng Ming was quite interested in becoming a lord of a region, as it represented power and Prestige Points, after all.
Just as he was about to ask Zuo Wuhai more about it, Zuo Wuhai had already waved his hand, throwing a beam of silver light toward him.
The silver light was a small sword, a half-foot-long blade.
