"Clang—"
The drawing of the sword from its sheath, the sound of metal resonating.
Brilliant light dances on the stream-lined black blade through multiple refractions.
As Zhang Beixing murmurs.
"Buzz—"
A dull sound breaks the silence.
A mental attribute of 230, along with the Postnatal Five Qi, clings to the blade, bursting forth.
Suddenly, a stunning white light appears before him.
The criminal in the car suddenly sees a blur before his eyes.
And then he feels an incredibly strong gale blast through the windshield, hitting him without reservation.
The change is so shocking.
That the driver shows a face of surprise.
Thinking he has encountered some mishap, he quickly searches his body.
But...
Nothing happens!
His body is intact, without the slightest anomaly.
Seeing this, the driver breathes a sigh of relief:
"I was scared to death, it looked so intimidating, I thought it was a killer move, but nothing happened!"
"Zhang Beixing, is this your final technique?"
