Zheng Jingren shook his hand, ready to unleash the item he held, but as he flung his arm, he realized it was too late to deploy the treasure.
For Xuan Haoran's fist had already closed in on Zheng Ming at that moment.
The golden fist, embodying a will that could make heaven and earth tremble, struck Zheng Ming heavily. Zheng Jingren's mismatched eyes further convinced him that this will, which commanded the obedience of the world, had amplified Xuan Haoran's punch by a full tenfold.
The Great Emperor's True Blood, will as unyielding as a mountain—even martial artists of the Ascension Realm, when facing the Great Emperor's True Blood, could at best deploy only sixty percent of their martial arts skills.
This was what that old man had told Zheng Jingren, who also advised that facing the descendants of the seven great Golden Bloodlines was best avoided.
