As soon as the words "Celestial Crane Needle" were uttered, those needle lights already enveloped Zheng Ming's body.
These lights, at this moment, from a distance, resembled a golden celestial crane soaring high in the sky.
Zheng Ming could feel the aura of destruction from these Celestial Crane Needles. Yet, in the face of them, he had no intention of retreating whatsoever; instead, he accelerated directly, charging towards the Celestial Crane Needles.
"Courting death!" Jia Yunzheng was already filled with extreme hatred toward Zheng Ming. Seeing Zheng Ming rushing towards his Celestial Crane Needle, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. In his view, at this moment, Zheng Ming was undoubtedly seeking his own death!
How could the Celestial Crane Needle of the Dongtian Marquis Mansion be so easily resisted!
