He gritted his teeth, his gaze filled with shock.
Zhang Beixing, however, sneered continuously, standing with hands behind his back.
Between heaven and earth, golden light radiated in all directions.
"My origins, how could a mere ant like you fathom?"
"I am the Chosen One, destined to ascend the pinnacle of this world!"
"A mere Gate of Hell, worthy to contend with me?"
"Truly laughable to the extreme."
Zhang Beixing's gaze was domineering, showcasing a kingly demeanor.
"So be it, considering your injuries are not yet healed."
"Today, I shall spare your life, giving you a chance to mend your ways."
"But remember, if you dare to oppose me again..."
"I will ensure your soul is scattered, never to be reborn! "
As his words fell, Zhang Beixing turned around with hands behind his back.
He strode away, never looking back.
[Indeed, the grandeur is unparalleled! This is what a true cultivator should be like.]
