Zhang Beixing's battle intent blazed in his eyes, yet his expression remained calm and unruffled.
The black‑robed figure before him was radiating a terrifying aura that chilled the Soul.
But to someone like him who had always placed absolute faith in his own Power, this was nothing more than another opponent that needed to be conquered.
"Interesting, you're quite an unusual one." Zhang Beixing raised his hand to point at the black‑robed man, a confident smile curling at his lips. "But before me, you too can only bow your head and submit."
"Arrogant!" The black‑robed man's face darkened, killing intent surging around him. "You think that with your Strength alone you can shake my position? How naive!"
"Heh, quite the big mouth." Zhang Beixing snorted coldly as the Angel's Wing on his back slowly unfurled, holy radiance spilling out to blanket the land. "Then let me see what you're really capable of!"
