Keith had his eyes fixed on Zhang Jue as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

'Who is this? He's so powerful.'

Zhang Jue had been merciful. Had he mustered all of his strength, Keith would have been killed by the impact.

At the same time, Yang Jian and the generals around him were also equally stunned—they looked baffled.

Keith was a level five Martial Emperor. The man had warded off his attack easily with a protective shield. That was unbelievable.

Besides, the man looked so relaxed.