With this thought in mind, Zheng Ming certainly wouldn't let Ou Jinglun go. His sword thrust forth with a technique called Lightning Astonishment, swiftly slashing towards Ou Jinglun.
Ou Jinglun's strike had been futile, and he already wanted to retreat, but Zheng Ming's Lightning Astonishment was simply too fast, too fast for Ou Jinglun to respond in time.
Instinctively, he reached out to grab a guard—an Eighth-Rank Warrior—standing next to him, pulling the man in front of himself.
Where Lightning Astonishment passed, the warrior blocking for Ou Jinglun was cleaved into two, while Ou Jinglun desperately backed away.
At that moment, a loud shout came from the void: "Stop!"
The voice of the speaker was like thunder in the sky, and at the sound of it, a hint of joy arose in Ou Jinglun's eyes.
Zheng Ming glanced in the direction of the voice with the corner of his eye and saw a figure clad in black, traversing dozens of zhang, rushing over at high speed.