Sheng Ze Xue stalled.
He must have been scared to death, right?
A single strike, and three senior martial disciples were crippled—what terrifying strength is that?
Primary-level martial master?
Definitely, and even at the peak of the primary level, his strength almost approaches that of a middle-level martial master.
Such power could only be matched by the strongest of the Five Great Noble Families, and only City Lord Chen Zihao could reliably suppress it.
If he stepped forward, wouldn't that be seeking death?
At that moment, he deeply regretted—why had he been tempted by the fifteen hundred silver?
"Ah!" At this time, Song Yang and his two companions collapsed into a heap, all screaming miserably.
Their injuries were severe; Shi Hao's strike with the staff exceeded ten thousand pounds, breaking several bones in each person. Now, they couldn't even separate themselves and were stacked like arhats.
