"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Zheng Ming, swinging the fist gathered by three thousand Divine Prohibitions, seemed like a humanoid steamroller. With each punch, the heavens trembled, and each swing suppressed Nai Heng without any temper.
Dodge, dodge, dodge!
Nai Heng kept dodging. Ever since the first collision with the power on Zheng Ming's fists, Nai Heng never again confronted Zheng Ming head-on. Although he still had many tricks up his sleeve, at this moment, firstly, he wasn't sure if he could defeat Zheng Ming, and secondly, he wasn't willing to expose his biggest secret.
So, holding the Seven Treasures Dragon Spear, his only option was to fight while retreating, hoping to catch Zheng Ming off guard and get some hits on him.
But every time the Dragon Spear pierced out, it ultimately failed to inflict any harm on Zheng Ming. In fact, each time the Seven Treasures Dragon Spear struck Zheng Ming, it was Nai Heng who suffered instead.
