Zheng Ming had some doubts in his heart. What kind of reaction would the Starry Sky Guards have upon seeing him? Would they treat him with the utmost respect as Zhen Tianwang did, or would they pretend not to recognize him at all?
His mind churned with thoughts, causing the words that had reached his mouth to feel almost too heavy to voice.
At this moment, the gazes of most of the Starry Sky Guards likewise fell upon Zheng Ming's face! While some of the Starry Sky Guards had already begun to take steps forward.
They advanced, their bodies pulsing with power, and in an instant, around Zheng Ming, a surge of strength rose, akin to the stars themselves.
"Hmph, what are you trying to do?" A Starry Sky Guard with a full beard, appearing to be in his thirties, stepped forward.
Clad in silver armor and holding no weapon in his hand, his entire being emitted an aura of soaring murderous intent.
The moment Zheng Ming saw this man, his heart stirred, for what he felt from him was a howl.