The Grandmaster, a well-established First Grade Grandmaster, truly deserved to be an existence capable of supporting a nation.
Zheng Ming had no chance left. He couldn't defeat Sikong Xiang within three moves, meaning, this time, he could only let Sikong Xiang go.
Or, to put it another way, since the beginning, Zheng Ming had already made up his mind to give Sikong Xiang a chance at life.
In everyone's eyes, as long as Zheng Ming did not move, Sikong Xiang would definitely not strike first, so even more gazes focused on Zheng Ming's hands, waiting for his thunder strike against Sikong Xiang.
Zheng Ming was very calm. One couldn't tell from his expression what preparations he was making, but as he slowly raised the heavy sword in his hand, many people felt an overwhelming pressure, like Mount Tai bearing down on them.
This sword, would surely be earth-shatteringly astonishing!
