Engaging with Young Master Yingyang, unlike the suppression of the world by the Dao, Zheng Ming's current action is a single punch, the rest is calm, without a ripple, nothing else.
"Using a fist to clash with the Sword Wheel, does this guy think he's the Demon Lord or something!" said a young hero disdainfully.
"Shh, don't mention the Demon Lord's name recklessly, otherwise, you won't even know how you died!"
"Ah, but he's so arrogant, it's just like..."
Before the young man finished speaking, Zheng Ming's fist already struck the Sword Wheel. In an instant, the Sword Wheel shattered, yet that fist remained in the void.
At the moment the Sword Wheel broke, Young Master Yingyang spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his heart was struck by a huge mountain.
"Who are you, really?" Young Master Yingyang stared at Zheng Ming, his eyes filled with gravity.
Unfortunately, Zheng Ming did not answer him, he only punched out again towards him.
