Watching as the two men pushed the cart and walked back, Lu Zheng didn't pay any attention to them but instead soared into the sky, headed straight for Yaozhou.
If he hadn't encountered them, it wouldn't matter. He wasn't a savior who would rush to perform acts of chivalry. But since he had encountered them, seeing those pitiful little girls fainted and helpless, Lu Zheng couldn't be completely cold-hearted.
More importantly, how powerful could the three hall masters of the Golden Extinction Hall, who could only resort to such shady business, be?
The Golden Extinction Hall, they were the opponents he liked. What Ghost King of the Netherworld, what Saintess of the Primordial Saint Sect, what Wolf King of Du Yu Mountain, what Demon Dragon of the Jade Dragon Race—how could they be as interesting as the three hall masters of the Golden Extinction Hall?
Only opponents he could crush were good opponents!
