“This is my son-in-law from the He family, the fiancé of my granddaughter, Zheng Yuyan,” proclaimed Zheng Changtian loudly from the rear of the Zheng family.
Hearing his words, Zheng Yuyan’s face turned even redder.
Although He Yangsun’s surname was not Zheng, he clearly belonged to the Zheng family.
Cao Jun turned around and saw the head of his own family nodding. He smiled and raised the long saber in his hand. In an instant, he was dressed in a suit of battle armor.
The black armor concealed his figure, and the saber in his hand emitted a faint green light.
Turning his head, he cast a cold smile at Zheng Yuyan amidst the Zheng family’s ranks. His face was hidden beneath the battle armor.
Just you wait, I’ll make you cry later!
Cao Jun’s voice and his figure surged forward simultaneously.
His speed was so fast that only a residual shadow remained.
Such speed had already surpassed that of a first-level Armor Master of the same rank.
Among the Zheng family’s ranks, the first-level Armor Masters all turned pale.
If they were to face him themselves, they probably wouldn’t even be able to withstand a single blow, would they?
Nervously clenching her fists, Zheng Yuyan looked at He Yangsun, who was seated atop a double-horned warhorse.
Could He Yangsun withstand this strike?
Meanwhile, from the rear, Han Muye calmly observed Cao Jun from the Cao family making his move.
His Battle Armor was power-oriented, yet he managed to employ such speed. This wasn’t just about talent; it also involved skillful manipulation.
Indeed, such methods were impressive to someone of the same rank.
Moreover, this extraordinary battle armor, perfectly suited to his strength, allowed him to overwhelm opponents of the same level with ease.
But was He Yangsun of the same rank?
With the training of the God-Slaying Battle Puppet, along with the Battle Puppet and Battle Armor he had crafted, could He Yangsun’s combat power resist that of a first-level master?
It was unlikely even for a second-level master!
Ahead, He Yangsun sat calmly on his warhorse, his battle armor materializing. Only his palms and arms were encased in silver, while the rest of his body appeared ethereal.
This was to conserve the energy of the Battle Armor.
It was a sign of disdain for the opponent, as well as confidence in his own strength.
There was no need for the Battle Armor to cover the entire body. As long as the sword in hand could harness the power of the Battle Armor, it was sufficient.
Similar to those those cultivators who had yet to become Puppet Masters or Armor Masters, among them were those with exceptional talent who could contend with Puppet Masters and Armor Masters of the same level.
Such individuals were rare in the world.
“Clang—
The clash of two long sabers echoed as Cao Jun let out a long laugh.
His Battle Armor was was power-oriented, allowing him to shatter a hundred-foot-tall mountain rock with a single slash.
How could the other party seated on a warhorse possibly withstand such a strike?
“Buzz!”
He Yangsun’s long saber vibrated continuously as it slowly retracted.
With each inch it retracted, the brilliance of the saber intensified.
His arm remained steady as he guided the opponent’s saber to retreat slowly.
One foot.
Two feet.
The saber stopped a foot away from him.
The force of Cao Jun’s strike completely dissipated, leaving nothing behind.