Without any suspense, when Zheng Ming's palm struck out, the gigantic Nine-Headed Lion fell to the ground heavily like a stone being thrown.
Three of its nine heads shattered in an instant, and the robust body, akin to a top-tier Divine Artifact, developed numerous cracks.
At this moment, the Nine-Headed Lion could barely muster the strength to stand.
For Zheng Ming, the Hexagonal Crystal he once thought to be full of empty boasts, now earned a touch of newfound admiration.
Zheng Ming himself couldn't detect any flaws, yet the Hexagonal Crystal hadn't even needed to look and clearly informed him, guiding him effortlessly to knock down his opponent.
"How... how can you be this strong!" The Nine-Headed Lion's voice was filled with resentment and disbelief.
Zheng Ming smiled lightly, ready to make some polite remarks, but unexpectedly, a stream of information emerged in his mind.
