Zhang Deming's shock was imaginable; at first, he thought the young man before him was just a wealthy scion, but to his surprise, he had misjudged. That wealthy scion actually emitted an aura that made his skin crawl with fright.
He felt as if there was an Ancient Fierce Beast standing in front of him, with its massive mouth wide open and a pair of blood-red eyes staring intently at him, instilling him with fear.
He hesitated for a moment, then felt that Duan Gujin was even more terrifying than the Seventh Imperial Uncle.
Thus, he made a rapid move to dodge to the side, attempting to escape the encirclement of Duan Gujin and the Seventh Imperial Uncle.
His actions were noticed by Duan Gujin and the Seventh Imperial Uncle, who had already guessed his intentions.
"Thinking of escaping? Not so easy!"
Duan Gujin knew that if he were to fight alone, he might not be the match for Zhang Deming, he was relying on his side's superior numbers to pressure Zhang Deming.
