Luo Zheng did not restrain his aura.
However, Hao Young Master was in a state of intense excitement and completely overlooked the person approaching from behind.
When Luo Zheng was only three steps away from Hao Young Master, the latter suddenly turned around. Under the control of the Bronze Blood, his body's instincts had already replaced his thoughts!
He had not even seen Luo Zheng clearly. Acting on conditioned reflex, Hao Young Master instinctively launched an attack against him.
The pair of massive Blood Axes flashed with bloodlight, spilling out a thick bloody aura. As the two great axes swept horizontally and chopped vertically, it was as though someone had dotted vermilion paint with an ink brush, outlining one richly colored painting after another before him!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Every swing of the axes carried overwhelming momentum!
Driven by the Bronze Blood, Hao Young Master's attacks had no techniques to speak of, nor did they need any techniques!
Under such savage-force cleaves, it was like the collapse of mountains and the cracking of the earth. Everything within their shrouded range would be completely cut apart, without restraint or consideration!
When faced with such an assault, most martial artists would choose to retreat first and seek another opportunity.
To confront a Devil Race martial artist head-on—especially one who had activated the Bronze Blood—was absolutely unwise!
Yet Luo Zheng did not retreat.
No matter how quickly the Blood Axes spun, Luo Zheng's figure always maintained a distance of three inches from them.
He was like a butterfly amid a violent storm. The gale could destroy houses and trees, but that tiny butterfly continued to dance along with the wind, never falling!
This scene immediately left the many martial artists hiding inside the Main City dumbstruck!
The Main City was still some