"Thank you, sir, for saving my life!"
Bao Chong, feeling a lingering fear, expressed his gratitude to Han Zheng.
He had thought he could gain merit by defeating this Blood God Sacred Son, but unexpectedly, he was immediately bested with a single move.
This Blood God Sacred Son was a monster, and his own master was also a monster with combat strength far beyond his realm.
Monsters should be left to deal with monsters; it's best if he stays out of it.
At this moment, Ning Ziqi, the Blood God Sacred Son, looked at Han Zheng, with all three eyes emitting a fierce blood-red light.
"So you are Han Zheng, the Grand Steward of Jing'an Guard? Was it your people who captured Elder Fei? What happened to him?"
Han Zheng grinned, revealing two rows of spotless white teeth.
"Dead!"
"You court death!"
