After speaking almost to himself, Zhang Kuang looked up and fixed his gaze on Old Wei.
Feeling the intensity of Zhang Kuang's gaze, Old Wei dared not meet his eyes and quickly lowered his head.
At this moment, the aura emanating from Zhang Kuang was particularly oppressive.
Even though Old Wei's strength was comparable to Zhang Kuang's, he found it somewhat unbearable.
It was as if Zhang Kuang was the sun and the moon, while he was but a firefly.
A firefly could never compete with the sun and the moon for light.
