Facing Zheng Ming's attack, Zeng Bu revealed a hint of cold sneer. Although he was surprised that Zheng Ming had pierced through his tracks, he equally didn't feel Zheng Ming could do much to him.
The wind is everywhere, and it can naturally allow him to disappear without a trace at any moment.
However, just as he was preparing to vanish once again, he suddenly felt his spirit sway, and immediately felt as if he was on a battlefield of slaughter.
Countless people were coming to kill him, among those seeking his life there was Zheng Ming, his enemies, and even the foes he had already killed.
As a Grandmaster level powerhouse, Zeng Bu was very capable of controlling his emotions. In an instant, he already sensed something was amiss.
But just as he was about to awake from that shock, a fist had already heavily struck his body.
Zeng Bu's whole body, just like a piece of tattered cloth, heavily fell to the ground.