Setting the Flag

Wang Zhong quietly watched this scene, but there was no hint of pity in his heart. The so-called elites among the Zhao Family guards had all stained their hands with the blood of the innocent, right? The weak were the prey of the strong. It was now time for them to pay back for their deeds.

A golden rune dazzled in his hand. In the blink of an eye, golden light surged out. The Heroic Souls on Earth were not even worth mentioning to the current Wang Zhong. In fact, any random Holy Disciple from the Holy Land could face a hundred of such Heroic Souls by themselves.

There was almost no resistance. They did not even manage to distract Wang Zhong, who was looking at the petty Zhao Wuxin. However, he did not intend to chase after him as there were already two figures catching up with him.