The Zhenjiang King's power was self-evident.
As a Martial King of his generation, his illustrious name had shocked Jiangnan twenty years ago. He had swept through countless sects and factions, and there was no one who did not know of him.
He had earned the title of Zhenjiang King with his own two iron fists.
His reputation was formidable, known far and wide!
His recent inaction was not due to old age or declining strength, but because most people were not even worthy of forcing his hand.
Lin Han ignored the crowd's mockery, staring coldly at the Zhenjiang King. "Tell me, why did you massacre my Lin Family?"
The Zhenjiang King roared with laughter, then his voice dropped. "Defeat me, and I'll tell you!"
Lin Han nodded. "In ten exchanges, I'll have you on your knees!"
GASP!
The words struck the entire crowd with utter shock!
'How dare he?'
