Not Enough

Chakra surged as Yang Ming moved to finish off Junma Zhuo.

A flash of golden light streaked past, then vanished!

Junma Zhuo vanished with it!

When he reappeared, he was on the other side of the void, with a middle-aged man in his forties standing beside him!

The man wore a noble bright yellow robe. He was broad-shouldered, his eyes sharp as lightning, standing in the void without drawing upon the power of any armor!

He was clearly the one who had acted just now!

"A space-time ninjutsu... You're the Northern Xuan King!"

Yang Ming's gaze shifted as he looked at the man.

To strike after the fact yet arrive first in that split second, stopping Junma Zhuo and forcibly taking him away—only the king who ruled the entire Northern Profound Region seemed capable of such a feat.

His strength truly was formidable!

"Your Majesty!"

Junma Zhuo's words immediately confirmed Yang Ming's guess.

"Step back. You are no match for him!"

The Northern Xuan King waved a hand and spoke indifferently.

"Your Majesty, I admit that his strength is indeed terrifying, unlike anything we have ever seen. I was careless just now, but please give me one last chance. I will definitely take him down!"

Junma Zhuo's face filled with unwillingness.

Yang Ming had barged into a meeting he was presiding over and killed people right in front of him. Even his own brother had been killed, yet he could do nothing.

As the crown prince of a region, exalted above all but one and revered by countless people, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

He was burning with rage, and at this moment, all he wanted was to kill Yang Ming.

Yet the Northern Xuan King ignored him, his eyes fixed tightly on Yang Ming.

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