Ren Tianying looked at Han Zheng, a trace of apprehension in his eyes.
Although this person in front hadn't reached the Yang God Realm, the power of that saber was no less than that of someone in the Yang God Realm.
"Are you one of the Thirteen Guards?"
Ren Tianying, having once been the Grand Steward of the Yingyang Guard, was very familiar with the Thirteen Guards.
The features of the Profound Gold Swallowing Lion Armor on Han Zheng's body might be missed by ordinary people, but Ren Tianying noticed them at a glance.
"Han Zheng, Grand Steward of Jing'an Guard."
Han Zheng sneered as he looked at Ren Tianying: "Ren Tianying, what gall you have.
It's bad enough you've been causing chaos in Southern Mountain, but now you're killing your own comrades!"
"So it's you, Han Zheng!"
Ren Tianying squinted his eyes.
He knew Han Zheng, having heard his name even before entering these relics.
