The moment he saw the blade, Han Zheng moved swiftly, charging straight toward it.
Other martial artists also noticed the blade, but when they saw Han Zheng set his sights on it, they immediately switched targets.
With so many weapons here, there was no need to compete with a fierce man who could kill Li Qianhai for one.
But not everyone was afraid of Han Zheng.
A martial artist in the perfect state of the Innate Transcendence Late Stage, along with two others at the Innate Late Stage, stood in front of Han Zheng.
One of them, a burly man, said, "Brother, my big brother has taken a fancy to this blade, so how about you pick another target, to give the East River Three Tigers some face?"
Han Zheng replied indifferently, "I'm curious about something. If Li Qianhai were still alive and he wanted this blade, would you still compete with him for it?"
The three instinctively paused.
If Li Qianhai had set his eyes on this blade, they probably wouldn't dare to compete with him.
