Huang Shulang's face was flushed with a crimson red, giving the impression that it might explode at any moment!
At this moment, he only felt a raging fire of anger, especially with Zheng Ming's statement, "Anyone else?", which made him want to tear Zheng Ming apart. However, this impulse was of no use against Zheng Ming.
Anyone else?
These three words were, to him, simply an insult, a resounding slap across his face in front of everyone.
He looked around at his fellow disciples but discovered, to his dismay, that none of them dared to step forward at this moment.
Huang Shulang knew his fellow disciples' cultivation level. Although most of them were Divine Prohibition, in this situation where the Great Path retreated three thousand miles, not one of them was a match for Zheng Ming.
