Zheng Yi descended like a celestial god, standing in front of Zhou Kunshan and the others.
The first Zhao Family guard charged forward, nearly slashing Zhou Kunshan with his blade, yet Zheng Yi struck him away with a single palm.
Furious at this senseless killing, Zheng Yi delivered a vicious blow with that palm.
The guard was sent flying over five zhang and crashed into a large tree.
With a thunderous roar, the tree snapped in half and fell with a loud crash, the guard spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What just happened?
Numerous doubts arose in the guard's mind.
He was a guard of the Zhao Family.
In this realm, they could walk with impunity.
Before today, not only would no one dare to attack them, but few would even speak loudly in their presence.
Not just him, even Young Master Zhao was startled by the sudden appearance of Zheng Yi.
Terror flashed in his eyes, followed by boundless anger.
