The more one fears death, the sooner it seems to come. This has almost become a rule. The Leopard-shaped Ancient Saint looked at Zheng Ming with a cold gaze, as if looking at a toy about to be devoured.
In the face of this Leopard-shaped Ancient Saint, Zheng Ming's expression remained calm. He looked at the approaching figure, as if wanting to gather all the pressure upon himself, and lightly smiled, "Little Leopard, do you wish to die?"
Hearing this, a trace of anger appeared on the Leopard-shaped Ancient Saint's face. Though he was a formidable general under the Ancient Sage of Pingtian.
This time, he was ordered to kill Zheng Ming. Although he looked down on Zheng Ming somewhat, it was more because he thought he could swallow this detestable human right away.
To his surprise, this fellow actually called him a little leopard.
