Bu Tiange's strength could even be described as terrifying.
Han Zheng, even when he exerted his full strength, could not severely injure Bu Tiange, even with the power of Sea Suppressing.
What was even more terrifying was that Bu Tiange wasn't actually considered an old generation martial artist; although he was older than Han Zheng and others, he was actually not yet thirty-five.
Twelve years ago, just past twenty, Bu Tiange had already made a name for himself in the Martial World.
Compared to Bu Tiange, those so-called outstanding figures of the Southern Mountain were simply nothing.
But at this moment, there wasn't a trace of fear on Han Zheng's face; he simply said calmly, "Run? I haven't even taken what belongs to me yet, why would I run?"
As his words fell, Han Zheng gathered the last bit of strength in his body, transforming it into boundless Blood Slaughter Blade Light, slashing towards the Weapon Casting Furnace that was forging the Heavenly Soldier!
