"One person fighting through the streets and alleys, taking out six soldiers of the same tier, and after being ambushed?"
Old Wang was somewhat surprised. In all these years, he had never seen such an outstanding young man. There were many with good talent and strong abilities, but none with such heavy killing intent. He must have gone through a bloody battle.
After receiving Wang Zheng's affirmative reply, Old Wang sighed. "How is Chen Wang now? Are his injuries serious?"
That young man must have fought with his back to the wall in the streets, barely surviving after a storm of blood and slaughter. "No matter how much it costs, make sure he is saved. He will be of great use to us."
Old Wang's gaze was sharp, carrying the pressure of someone in power.
Yet Wang Zheng's expression was somewhat strange. "What is it?" Old Wang asked.
Wang Zheng paused before saying, "Chen Wang seems... uninjured."
Old Wang: "..."
He glanced at his disappointing son and said, word by word, "Uninjured? Ambushed, fighting six alone, and he wasn't injured?"
Wang Zheng thought for a moment, then said seriously, "The scene was extremely gruesome, but the only ones who suffered were the opponents. Chen Wang didn't seem to have suffered even a scratch, and that feeling..."
He hesitated.
Old Wang frowned. "Why are you being so wishy-washy? Spit it out!"
Wang Zheng said seriously, "His killing intent felt extremely heavy. I felt that, in that state, killing me in passing would have been easy for him."
Old Wang: "..."
He was somewhat startled. Where had this fierce dragon crossing the river come from?
Chen Wang did not walk quickly on his way back to his residence.
He spread out his mental power. Although keeping it up along the way