The eyes were red, filled with killing intent.
"Since I have obtained the Immortal Elixir, I will never hand it over again!"
"No one shall take it from my hands, even if it's an immortal, I shall battle them!"
BOOM!
Once again, a loud noise surged, as the palm imprint of the white-robed elder was forced back by Zhang Beixing.
Despite the extreme difficulty, he managed to withstand it!
"What?!"
The white-robed elder was utterly shocked, hardly believing his eyes.
How could a mere junior at the Integration Stage take a full-strength blow of his?
Such a physique is truly extraordinary, unseen before!
"Heh, is this your 'Divine Skills'? It is far too feeble, don't you think?"
Zhang Beixing sneered coldly, enduring the immense pain.
The True Qi surged within, frantically circulating to recover his injuries.
However, the white-robed elder was unimpressed.
"Boy, you are too conceited!"
"With just these injuries, you wish to contend with me? It's sheer delusion!"
