"How arrogant!"
The killing intent in the skinny old man's eyes solidified. Without another word, his figure shot forward.
His five withered fingers clenched in mid-air, curving like iron hooks as a mass of pitch-black claw light materialized from nothing.
The air shrieked and tore where it passed, carrying a heart-rending power as it aimed straight for Fang Han's face.
The attack was sharp and sudden. The pitch-black claw light was like a venomous dragon striking from the void, carrying the terrifying pressure unique to the Grandmaster Realm as it arrived before him in an instant.
Fang Han's expression hardened.
But he did not retreat.
Facing the sharp claw light rushing toward him, not only did he not retreat, but he took a heavy step forward.
