Preaching the Dao!
Upon hearing Zheng Ming's words, Mide Shenjun felt his head buzz, as if he were about to go mad!
The Dao, to those present, was exceedingly familiar, for they needed to comprehend the Great Dao and control the Divine Prohibition. But as for preaching the Dao, truly... truly, none of them dared to speak on it.
Even an extraordinary figure like Saint Lord Longhua would at most talk about the key points of cultivation; preaching the Dao, he truly did not feel he had such capability.
For a moment, silence enveloped the four directions, and almost all eyes were fixed on Zheng Ming, but among these gazes, besides surprise, there was mockery.
"Arrogant indeed!" Mide Shenjun nearly muttered to himself.
As for Shentu Lingyun and others, at this moment, they felt like laughing heartily. The saying "if you don't court disaster, disaster won't come" seemed to fit perfectly with Zheng Ming's decision to preach the Dao.
One could even say he was courting death!
