Jiang Zongheng felt a surge of joy in his heart. As for Zheng Ming, who had brought him shame, he hated him deeply. To be able to watch Zheng Ming die by his own hands would be an extremely delightful affair.
Just as he was about to ask the people from Beast Dominating Cliff to take action, the voice of the purple-robed elder rang by his ear: "Young master, this time, with so many people coming here to serve the Flawless Battle Emperor, you must not let them down."
"Since Zheng Ming insists on making a move, let these peers drain some of his strength. That way, it will be much easier for us to capture him."
Jiang Zongheng furrowed his brows at this suggestion. He was acutely aware that if he agreed to it, a large portion of the people gathered here would die at the hands of Zheng Ming.