Fierce Battle with Ma Zheng

"It's this kid again! I already knew that this kid was unfathomable, but can he defeat Ma Zheng who has a demonic blade?"

Everyone stopped and looked at Lu Benwei.

Many people snorted in disdain. "It looks like he's only in his early twenties. Let alone the demonic blade, even if Ma Zheng was alone, it probably wouldn't work!"

"And he's a supporter. Another person is going to die tragically!"

Many people started to become pessimistic about the situation. "Everyone, stop talking and think of a way to escape. We're next!"

Lu Benwei's expression was calm as his clothes fluttered in the wind.

The cave entrance was dark and deep.

Ma Zheng held the demonic blade in his hand and his eyes shot out beams of light that were like divine lamps. The veins on his bronze skin bulged and pulsated rhythmically, like a demon lord who had destroyed the world.