With a thunderous sound, Qin Ming raised his hand, and the pale golden giant palm reappeared, pressing this person down with a bang, prostrating them on the ground.
"A soldier can be killed but not humiliated." The person growled lowly, veins popping on their forehead, trying hard to lift their head.
"You said that?" Qin Ming asked, and then, not waiting for an answer, he pressed forcefully, slamming the person's face into the ground with a bang, their body crushed by the giant hand, covered in cracks.
"I...damn!"
The group of people felt their hair standing on end, this one truly had no scruples, acting recklessly.
Because, to the eye, this person seemed quite disciplined, not provoking anyone, yet even so, they were pressed down by Zheng Guang, their body about to be torn apart.
Qin Ming spoke, "I am known as Master Zhi Shan, utterly intolerant of evil in the world, thus I must educate you."
