These pampered scions of wealthy families had long grown used to scenes like this.
It could not be said that they harbored any malicious intent. This was merely one of their games.
It was just that this game was destined to be less than pleasant for the three Han sisters.
But the Han family was now destined to cling to the Leng family's thigh. These pampered scions did not say so aloud, but deep down, they probably still looked down on the Han family. Though they loved to fool around, they possessed an innate sensitivity to the political currents on the Floating Island!
Thus, even as they wreaked havoc, they often knew where to draw the line. They knew even better who could not be provoked.
Luo Zheng had been standing on the other side of the hall all along, never drawing the attention of this group of wealthy scions. Let alone Luo Zheng, a mere God Proving Martial Artist—even if he were an Upper True God, they still would not take him seriously.
Luo Zheng walked forward slowly, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly.
He was a thousand times unwilling to make a move. Now, on the Floating Island, Luo Zheng had neither a backer nor strength. If he truly provoked these fellows, he would probably never have another peaceful day. His identity was especially sensitive!
But seeing Han Liusu being bullied like this, he found himself unable to bear it.
"How about this..."
When he was only seven or eight feet from Han Chuyue, a surging force suddenly erupted from the tips of Luo Zheng's toes.
Using force to make up for his lack of speed was something Luo Zheng had already mastered with great proficiency. In the Great Yanyu Cosmos, where everyone flew about, this could hardly count