Zhu Chanji's mouth hung agape, his eyes wide open. Usually, even if Taishan crumbled before him, he would remain unfazed. But this time, his eyes were filled with deep astonishment.
"This is truly terrifying! Is this what a Martial Saint is like?" Zhu Chanji gasped, uttering a sound of amazement.
The figure was none other than Xiao Zheng!
Before the heavy iron door, Xiao Zheng appeared as insignificant as an ant, yet he effortlessly caught it with just one hand.
Boom.
Xiao Zheng swung his hand and tossed the iron door onto the ground, which collided with a thunderous boom, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
But Xiao Zheng seemed indifferent to all of this. A sharp gleam shot from his eyes as he looked towards the cave, eager to plunge ahead.
"Ah!"
Just then, a long howl echoed from the cave, followed by billowing white mist that crazily spread outward.
