"Yang Zhen, stop right there!"
Another earth-shattering roar rolled down from the sky. The deafening sound wave, coupled with the shock of True Essence, sent shivers down the spine.
The booming voice startled Yang Zhen, but when he looked up and saw who it was, he burst into laughter.
Ma Dexing, in his current state, looked anything but graceful and profound. Perched on his flying sword, he didn't appear as an expert at all. Instead, he resembled an enraged lion, fierce and explosive.
Clearly, Zhang Zongjin must have woken up and informed Ma Dexing about the Blood Silkworm incident.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ma Dexing realized he had been duped by Yang Zhen. He had mistakenly killed the wrong person in front of such a large crowd, slapping Duan Langcai to death. His rage was understandable.