Zhang Beixing's gaze was like lightning, his tone cold and cutting.
"Such arrogant words!"
The Blood Demon suddenly changed color, filled with rage.
"Boy, do you think that with your own strength, you can stop our attack?"
"How naive!"
"Let me tell you, this time, I've spent a great sum to hire a mighty one!"
"His cultivation is beyond what a mere young pup like you can contend with!"
The Blood Demon was smug, completely disregarding Zhang Beixing.
In his view, this arrogant individual was now a turtle in a jar.
Powerless to change his fate!
But in the next moment, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.
Zhang Beixing merely smiled lightly, and did not dodge.
Allowing those cultivators to charge fiercely.
Yet as they drew near, they suddenly seemed as if struck by lightning.
Each one ashen-faced, retreating repeatedly.
No longer daring to advance an inch!
The Blood Demon was dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.
