"They killed Uncle Mu, let's fight them, we are the guards of the Zheng Family, we can't disgrace Qingquan Manor!" a young guard shouted with endless sorrow and anger in his voice.
While speaking, that guard had already charged toward the massive man to his left. However, facing the guard's assault, the giant's face bore nothing but scorn, still scorn.
Just as the guard reached close to him, he swung his huge palm and slapped fiercely towards the guard.
"Puny insect, go die!"
Though the giant was tall and large, his movements were incredibly nimble, and his hand eerily bypassed the guard's sword, slamming hard towards the top of the guard's head.
If the giant's hand struck the guard's head, the guard would undoubtedly be on a one-way path to death. But the seemingly clumsy hand of the giant seemed to contain a strange transformation that was impossible to avoid.
Zheng Ming might not remember the young guard's name, but he couldn't just watch a guard from his own family die.