Inside the city, the Mountainsea of the mystic armor race stared at the newcomer for a long while before asking, "Zheng Ping?"4

Zheng Ping laughed heartily, "Yes, it's me. Do you remember me?"0

He looked around and asked doubtfully, "Is Su Yu here? Which Su Yu are you talking about? I only know about Cui Lang and Huang Teng. Isn't Su Yu still in the Human Realm?"  0

He looked at the mystic armors again and laughed, "Come out here and have some fun. Show me what you're going to do about the deaths of your people. How dare pieces of trash like you run your mouth against us humans? You sure are getting gutsy."0

Zheng Ping roared with laughter, standing with one foot on the corpse of a mystic armor Sunmoon. At the moment, he seemed more like a thug than a principal.1

He was putting so much force on his feet that even the ground under him was cracking. With a sneer, he spoke loudly, "Little Bastards, looks like you guys need to receive a little lesson if you're going to learn that the human race is not afraid of you. Mystic armor race? Do you think you're a very big deal? Mystic Armor King should continue hiding back home. Heavenly Forging King has been waiting for him for over a hundred years. He can try coming out if he wants, but I reckon he will be turned into weaponsmithing material the moment he steps out."  5

Nobody said anything. This was a human Sunmoon. He was acting oppressively in an absolutely unrestrained manner.0

After giving the mystic armor corpse another look, Zheng Ping laughed, "How hard. I'll take this thing back and get someone...0