Zhang Sen was somewhat astonished.
Because He Heng's aura had suddenly transformed.
Previously, although he stood before him, he was filled with fear, but at that moment, he seemed emboldened.
What was going on?
Did a single sentence from Shi Hao have such a great effect?
Had the youngster from the He Family drunk some sort of potion from him to be so manipulated?
"Come at me!" He Heng shouted loudly, showing no sign of weakness.
Zhang Sen was nearly driven mad; after all, he was an almighty from the Founding King Court, whereas He Heng was merely a Self-Observation. How vast was the gap between their strengths?
From where did you summon the courage to provoke me?
"Seeking death!" he bellowed in rage. Even if for the sake of the old ancestor He Yuxiang of the He Family he did not kill He Heng, he would still give this youngster a severe lesson.
The strong must not be insulted!
Boom, he leaped up, charging towards He Heng.
