Zhang Beixing's voice was cold as ice, piercing like the chill wind of deep winter, blowing into the very marrow of one's bones.
His gaze was sharp like a blade, carrying an undeniable authority, staring directly at the Black Cavalry Commander who had fallen to the ground.
The Black Cavalry Commander trembled all over, as if struck by lightning.
He couldn't believe that he, a general of an army, would be defeated by this young man.
What he couldn't accept even more was the fact that the opponent wanted him to submit, to become a slave and servant!
"You... don't be so smug! Such a junior, how dare you flaunt your power in front of me?"
The Black Cavalry Commander gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, filled with unwillingness and anger.
"Oh, not convinced? Then try again!"
Zhang Beixing let out a cold laugh, standing with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a murderous aura.
His presence was like a towering mountain, unmoving, with a disdainful pride over the world.
