A stream of turbid air mixed with the Gang Qi of a Middle-stage Martial Saint rushed toward Xiao Zheng's forehead. The old monk standing beside him, wearing a gentle smile, sighed helplessly, seemingly lamenting his senior brother's impulsiveness as he gazed at Xiao Zheng with a touch of pity.
As the turbid air approached, Xiao Zheng didn't even glance at it. He gently raised his right hand and casually waved downward, causing a clear breeze to blow through, instantly dispersing the turbid air emitted by the Nianhua Finger into the air.
Afterward, for the first time, Xiao Zheng's gaze shifted, with a slightly indifferent look falling upon the sinister old monk. Feeling Xiao Zheng's gaze, Zang Hai's expression drastically changed, sensing an eerie oppressive force enveloping his entire body. It seemed not weak, yet he couldn't break free from its lock.
