Zheng Zhi is not afraid at all if he fights alone, not to mention that he is surrounded by the four powerful men of the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm.

Even Zhuge Zhan, the Holy Son of Nanting, was in his hands, let alone Zheng Chen.

What about mastering alien fire?

My sword spirit is also true, right?

Furthermore, Shengdan City is a holy land for alchemists, and the Shengdan Academy has ordered that private fights are prohibited. Zheng Zhi did not dare to take action even if he borrowed some courage from this guy.

"That too."

Fazheng smiled faintly.

From the beginning to the end, he looked down on Zheng Chen, the holy son of the Purple Flame Sect.

Especially knowing that Zheng Chen's Fire Holy Body was stolen from Zheng Zhi, I looked down upon him even more.

"This is your cousin of the same race?"

Ye Meigui stepped forward and held Zheng Zhi's hand.

She followed Zheng Zhi all the way from the Mo Country in the Southern Wilderness, so she naturally knew some about Zheng Zhi's past.

"Same clan, but different paths."

Zheng Zhi took a deep breath to suppress the murderous intention in his heart.
Chapter completed!