The man, utterly exhausted, spoke of Nie Wusheng's condition, clutching his fist tightly with an expression of utter grief. He and Nie Wusheng seemed like brothers, and now, with Nie Wusheng facing such a calamity, his fate unknown, how could he not feel profound sorrow?
His legs were broken, his Divine Lotus plucked—a brutal and ruthless means, truly cruel. And Nie Wusheng was just an ordinary Martial Artist who came to Sky Sea Pass merely because of the Purple Sparrow Divine Emperor's summons.
Who would execute such a fatal strike on an ordinary person? Zheng Ming didn't even need to guess to understand the reason behind it.
As he pondered this, those who stood around him like stakes were instantly shattered into fine dust, no rain of blood, just a heap of powder dispersing into the sky and earth.
The man's heart throbbed violently; when Zheng Ming got angry just now, he didn't even feel any power fluctuation.
