Atop the cliff.
The middle-aged man watched what was happening in the village below, and his expression suddenly turned incomparably grim!
"Bastard! He actually dared to slaughter an entire village!"
"Where did this murderous fiend come from? He acts with utter lawlessness!"
At that moment, the middle-aged man's killing intent toward Qin Zheng reached its peak!
However.
Qin Zheng's nine soul rings, along with that terrifyingly overwhelming pressure, could not be faked. This man truly was a Titled Douluo!
And a Titled Douluo with several hundred-thousand-year soul rings at that!
At that thought, the middle-aged man's mouth twitched involuntarily.
"However..."
"That little girl just now seemed to call him... Ancestor?"
A thought suddenly flashed through the middle-aged man's mind.
Ancestor?
Spirit Hall's ancestor?
Why did it feel like he had heard of him somewhere before...
Suddenly!
The middle-aged man's pupils contracted sharply!
An utterly absurd yet seemingly perfectly reasonable guess appeared in his mind.
Could it... be him?!
No... that couldn't be possible, right?
He was someone from two thousand years ago!
How could he possibly still be alive?
The middle-aged man's heart was filled with shock and disbelief.
He stared fixedly at the white figure in midair, his gaze incomparably complicated.
In midair.
Qin Zheng looked down at the deathly silent village, his expression indifferent.
One breath.
The entire village had been wiped out, not even chickens or dogs left alive.
Yet even now, Clear Sky Sect's true upper echelon had still not appeared.
It seemed they intended to keep playing dead?
A cold curve lifted at the corner of Qin Zheng's lips.
Since that was the case...
Then he would continue.
Qin Zheng slowly raised his right foot, then gently set it down.
His step made no sound.
But as his foot fell.
BOOM!!!
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