"That's him!"
"He actually came out of the Dark Domain!"
"Fall back!"
Luo Zheng's physical strength had long since been exaggerated to legendary proportions among the Youxiong Clan.
Even an existence as powerful as Ji Yan had been utterly helpless before Luo Zheng, reduced to flying ash by a single punch.
Facing Luo Zheng with a Yang Soul body was like an ant facing an elephant—they simply weren't even on the same level.
The Yang Souls hurriedly retreated, but the Golden Body Race people led by Nie Jin stepped forward.
"The ones waiting for you aren't them." Nie Jin looked at the fleeing Yang Souls, disdain filling his expression. "It's me."
Luo Zheng sized up Nie Jin. This Golden Body Race person truly lived up to his reputation, his entire body seemingly forged from gold. His physical body was likely extraordinarily sturdy.
"I have no grudge against your Golden Body Race. If you're only getting involved because the Youxiong Clan provoked me, you... may regret it." Luo Zheng spoke in a low voice.
"Hehehe..." Nie Jin cupped his chin, the smile on his face growing wider. "In the eyes of us Other Shore beings, outsiders are beneath notice. Prepare to perish."
With that, Nie Jin abruptly spread both arms. Muscles forged from pure gold bulged high, and an overwhelming aura of power burst forth.
Seeing this, the other Golden Body Race people all let out enormous roars. For a moment, the sound shook the heavens and earth.
The Golden Body Race people had no intention of attacking together. As things stood, Nie Jin alone seemed sufficient.
Sensing the Golden Body Race's overwhelming might, Luo Zheng's expression did not change in the slightest. Instead, he smiled and said, "Actually, I have a question."
Nie Jin stared at Luo Zheng. "What question?"