Helian Yuanwu was also considered a battle-hardened veteran, but he had never encountered an opponent as terrifying as Han Zheng.
The overwhelming pressure made him feel like he was facing a Martial Artist in the Yang God Realm!
Just now, Han Zheng's punch directly shattered the bones in his chest cavity, nearly fracturing his heart vessels.
As large mouthfuls of blood sprayed out along with fragments of his internal organs, seeing Han Zheng's approaching figure, Helian Yuanwu's eyes were filled with despair.
Han Zheng grabbed Helian Yuanwu's head and whispered, "I know you didn't actually harbor remnants of the Blood Demon Sect."
Helian Yuanwu struggled to lift his head, looking at Han Zheng in disbelief.
"But someone from your Black Feather Building snatched something of mine at the Crystal Palace auction, making me very unhappy.
There are rules to follow; if you can't buy it, you should resort to theft, what kind of logic is that?
