Even so, Divine Eagle Holy Lord felt not a shred of anger in the face of Zhang Ming's overwhelming power. He knew very well in his heart that he was simply no match for Zhang Ming. Before him, he was as insignificant as an ant, not worth mentioning.
Having finished speaking, Zhang Ming prepared to leave the place. Just as he was about to depart, with a gentle wave of his hand, the silver needles embedded in Divine Eagle Holy Lord's knees miraculously appeared in his own palm. Then, Zhang Ming turned with a carefree grace and walked out of the hall.
Regaining his mobility, Divine Eagle Holy Lord gazed at Zhang Ming's receding back, a look of struggle and complexity flashing in his eyes.
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