"Good lad!"
Ming's laughter was tinged with annoyance. This fellow had some nerve to launch the first attack. Ming stood his ground, not feeling the need to lift a finger against Beiting Huang; he need only wait for Beiting Huang's strike, as the strength he could muster with a casual block was enough to spell Beiting Huang's doom.
It wasn't until a massive, mountain-like aura, like Mount Tai crashing down upon him, roared his way, accompanied by a piercing whooshing sound, that Beiting Huang's form, like streaks of ghastly light, left afterimages in the sky, Ming's eyes gradually widened in disbelief as he stared at the youth swooping at him like a hawk.
Ming hurriedly raised the Judgement Staff in his hand, filled with divine power, lifting it high and smashing it fiercely against the flexible sword slashing down from Beiting Huang.
