The golden light emanating from Zheng Ming's body was as hard as one-tenth of the Magic Golden Hoop Rod's durability. In an instant, it gathered within Zheng Ming's body. At the moment the foot of the man in purple robes collided with Zheng Ming's, he felt as if he had smashed into a mountain.
A mountain composed entirely of dark iron.
"Crack!" The sound of bones breaking echoed within the grand hall. Hearing this sound, Zheng Heng felt like an enraged lion as he charged toward the man in purple robes with great fury.
He could treat these visitors from Heavenly God Mountain with immense respect, but only under one condition—no matter how prominent these people from Heavenly God Mountain were, they could not harm his younger brother.
Zheng Heng primarily cultivated swordsmanship within the Golden Dawn Sect, but he also had significant achievement in fist techniques.
