"Damn you! You should die!" the woman in the black robe roared viciously.
She directly removed a crescent-shaped ornament hanging from her chest.
"You little brat, you dare to insult me! Let me show you how powerful this amulet is!"
Saying this, the woman in the black robe pointed with one hand.
The miniature crescent-shaped ornament in her palm spun and, in a flash with the wind, transformed into a giant crescent moon.
A terrifying aura emanated from the giant crescent moon.
"Die! You little brat," the woman in the black robe bellowed angrily.
With both hands twisting a magic formula, the crescent moon in the sky, along with a prolonged phantom image, burst forth in myriad rays of light, completely sealing off the space around Zhang Xiaohao and slashing towards him with the force of thunderous strikes.
"Sigh! To think you would be so naïve, believing that a child's toy could scare me! How utterly childish," Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully, shaking his head.
