Of course, Luo Peng also had one final, helpless move in mind: if things proved impossible and he truly could not escape this calamity, then he could only die in repayment of His Majesty. But before that, he would definitely eliminate the hidden danger.
That hidden danger was none other than Gan Mingfeng. If Gan Mingfeng died, then the ambush at Seven Star Tower would remain a dead case with no witnesses, and the Meng Family would be unable to clear their name even with a hundred mouths. Perhaps they could still barely maintain their efforts against Meng Zhao and the Meng Family.
This was the final step, a decision he would make only when there was truly no other way. Before that, he would use all the martial arts he had learned and fight with everything he had.
Luo Peng possessed the Sky Eagle Battle Body. Eagles soared through the nine heavens, free and proud, sharp and fierce beyond measure; they would never easily lower their heads and admit defeat. That disposition was rooted deep in Luo Peng's bloodline as well.
As countless auras rapidly closed in, Luo Peng let out a long howl. The sound waves were high and piercing, seeming capable of splitting clouds and shattering stone, shaking the wilderness in every direction.
He had no intention of exchanging any nonsense with those who had come, nor did he intend to have any dealings with them. Thus, as he unleashed his own aura, he instinctively charged toward what seemed to be the weakest point in the encirclement—the side with comparatively fewer expert auras.
His movement technique was like the wind. With both arms spread wide, he seemed to grow a pair of wings in midair. With a beat of those wings, countless whirlwinds, gale winds, and razor