Although Jiao Xinyang didn't have many friends, Zheng Ming's recent move had provoked a sense of shared enmity among them. So, a few young men quickly rushed over, blocking the path to The Great Bright Mountain.
A thirty-meter-tall, majestically imposing Great Bright Mountain revolved in the void. Several of Jiao Xinyang's companions struck at once, unleashing various weapons and martial arts skills that bombarded the mountain almost simultaneously.
"Boom!"
The Great Bright Mountain shattered, and those who had attacked were sent flying backward. Among them, a Martial Artist wielding a large saber had his Inscription Tool weapon broken into fragments.
"You... you did well. My lineage of the Maitreya Divine Bone will not rest until one of us is dead!" Jiao struggled to his feet, his eyes ablaze with fury.
This battle had cost him not only his reputation but more importantly, Zheng Ming had absorbed his martial arts skills. The loss was devastating to him.