"Was it really you?" Ning Zheng raised an eyebrow and warily stood up, looking at the Hidden Hand who had descended before her.
Behind her, the blacksmiths who had been laughing and joking just moments ago were already trembling all over from the oppressive aura, timidly hiding behind Ning Zheng.
But after calming down for a while, they suddenly realized how humiliating this was. Standing behind Ning Zheng, they still stubbornly shouted:
"We'll still dare next time."
"Come hit me!"
"I'll piss on your head!"
Ning Zheng was speechless. These people only knew how to hide behind her and talk big.
She didn't know whether to call them gutsy or spineless.
But Ning Zheng had no intention of stopping them.
The two sides were mortal enemies. Wasn't it perfectly normal for the blacksmiths to start with a round of trash talk?
One of the reasons she kept a bunch of idiot blacksmiths around was precisely so they could run around biting people like mad dogs and disgust them.
"So it really is you, Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal?"
Ning Zheng narrowed her eyes, looking at the golden figure before her, formed from countless wisps of Sacred Spirits gathered from across Heaven and Earth.
Among the Six Great Tycoons of the Immortal Realm, aside from Jiumu Qing, Ning Zheng had had the most dealings with Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal.
He had even taken the initiative to come to her Xi Rong Manor and seek refuge before.
He had claimed that he was willing to help her establish a grand formation to suppress the world, throwing over the Sacred Spirit True Immortal of Chongshan Town to join her forces.
His whole shtick had been kindness, amiability, and approachability.
He had wholeheartedly helped her establish a third neutral faction outside the Immortal Realm and