109 Gale

Zhan Beiye had arrived.

The old man raised his brows, flicking his free hand to summon wind blades that shot out in all directions. After a few whizzes, strands of Zhan Beiye's hair were chopped and sent flying everywhere. Countless holes appeared on his black robe but he never once dodged. Allowing the holes on his clothes to turn to bloody wounds on his skin he charged forward with unreduced power.

The old man frowned a little, evidently surprised. He made a few more flicks, each landing on Zhan Beiye's body like a huge wooden block. Despite three consecutive slams the force he exerted remained consistent. He laughed maniacally while raising his halberd behind him, where the sound of wild wind rose.

"I'll smash you to death!"

The surprise on the old man's face intensified. "Are juniors these days all this ignorant and disrespectful?" The old man laughed, reaching his hand out.