Xiao Zheng's eyes surged with anger, Hua Muyang's move was unexpected even to him.
Boom boom!
With a thought, the gang qi within him bubbled and surged like a torrent, quickly materializing into golden armor that covered his body.
Ding ding ding!
Nine poison needles hit the golden armor, making crisp sounds, and then were all bounced back, falling to the ground.
"Gang qi materialization! You're a quasi-Martial Saint!"
Upon seeing this, Hua Muyang was shocked, exclaiming loudly.
"Hmph!"
Xiao Zheng coldly glanced at Hua Muyang without a word, then kicked him, sending him flying, crashing heavily into a big tree with a loud bang.
"Wow!"
Hua Muyang fell from the tree, collapsed onto the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, he was truly dispirited, utterly weak.
"I underestimated you."