The youth was roughly fifteen or sixteen years old, clothed in black, flipping and flying through the fierce winds of the plain. His black hair whipped in the wind, and his pair of cold eyes were like the most ferocious beasts deep within Slaughtering Spirit Mountain. Once his gaze fell upon someone, it would give them a chilling sensation throughout their body.
Who exactly was this youth?
Even the Tiger Gang had fallen to his hands before, meeting with utter destruction in the end. And Young Master Ming Su couldn't even withstand a single move from him!
Seeing Beiting Huang's gaze sweep over them, the members of the Green Fish Gang and the White Shark Gang pressed their hands to their weapons and began to retreat. None of them wished to engage him at such a time, obviously intimidated by the youth's strength.
"Beiting Huang, you, you really are strong!" Ming Su, staggering, took to the air once more, "But, if you think you can kill me now, then you're deluding yourself!"
