Yang Zhen was too fast!
Right as Ning Wuque was summoning his sword, Yang Zhen had already lifted his foot. The ground cracked inch by inch under his feet as he moved like lightning, directly arriving in front of Ning Wuque.
Everyone was taken aback, startled by Yang Zhen's sudden kick.
Nobody expected that Yang Zhen could be so fast.
Ning Wuque was even more surprised. Facing him, a strong practitioner on the verge of breaking through the Tribulation Crossing Period, Yang Zhen was so straightforward. He did not retreat but advanced, kicking directly at him.
Watching the big foot getting larger and larger, and kicking towards his face, what's more, Yang Zhen's foot was covered with gutter oil and vegetable leaves from a place unknown which was disgustingly looking.
Ning Wuque laughed coldly. Though this speed was fast, trying to kick him in the face directly like this was simply wishful thinking!
