It charged straight at his face, with a speed reaching its apex.
Zhang Beixing, however, sneered continuously, unafraid in the slightest.
With a reverse grab, he astonishingly seized that green light firmly.
His five fingers slightly curved, gently pinching.
With a crisp snap, the green light shattered inch by inch.
Turning into specks of stardust, dissipating into the air.
Unable to harm him in the slightest again.
"With just this bit of skill, you dare to flaunt yourself in front of me?"
Zhang Beixing stood with folded arms, a killing aura surrounding him.
His gaze, like electricity, swept over all present.
Making everyone tremble with fear, their scalps tingling.
"Gallor, it seems you really have a death wish."
He chuckled coldly, as a flash of light flickered from his raised hand.
A force even sharper than before, burst forth from his fingertip.
Targeting straight at the High Priest's face, its piercing momentum striking terror.
"Ah——"
