Zhou Zheng's closest companion, An Xiangdong, turned pale and froze completely.

With ghostly speed and bone-chilling coldness, Zhou Zheng managed to take down two people beside him before they could even react. Such ability was truly terrifying. Sweat seeped through his vest, sending a chill down his spine, and beads of sweat slowly appeared on his forehead.

It was truly frightening. Zhou Zheng's movements just now were so fast that even he, a Third-Stage Martial Artist, couldn't see them clearly. Zhou Zheng was no longer someone at his level.

"You... you useless fool, aren't you just an Apprentice Martial Artist?" Yan Boxun's voice trembled slightly. He wasn't stupid; he instantly realized the possibility that Zhou Zheng had been hiding his true strength all along. He wasn't an Apprentice Martial Artist at all but a much higher-level warrior.