Zhan Xing's Morale Crumbles, Saint Cang, You're Too Aggressive

"What kind of person is he?" Zhan Xing looked at Chu Kuangren with a solemn expression that he had never had in his eyes before.

His opponent clearly had no cultivation base at all. Yet, that frail body was able to explode with murderous qi capable of shocking millions of people.

People called him a Saint, but he had such murderous qi.

"I guess I should have a go at you myself."

Zhan Xing said nonchalantly while holding the giant golden sword next to him. He slowly stood up, and majestic Emperor qi waves erupted from him within an instant.

The Tormented Tiger and others looked at him with hope in their eyes.

"The commander is about to take action."

"That's great news. I don't think anyone other than the commander can deal with this person."

They had full confidence in Zhan Xing.