Sure, here is the translation:
The scorching palm wind whistled out, enveloped in overwhelming killing intent, directly aiming for the face of the black-robed elder.
Golden light shone brightly, like the sun and moon competing for brilliance, illuminating the entire world.
The black-robed elder snorted coldly, shot out a palm, the palm wind was biting, surprisingly fearless.
Two powerful forces collided in mid-air, erupting with deafening roars.
Airwaves surged, mountains and rivers were moved, as if the entire world was trembling because of it.
However, this time, Zhang Beixing remained unmoved.
His body was enveloped in an intense golden light, Angel's Wing spread out, sacred and inviolable.
The Flame God Incarnation's divine skill further refined his physical form into something indestructible, impervious to sword and spear.
The black-robed elder's pupils contracted, a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
