Ripples spread through the void, and a dark-robed young man emerged on the battlefield.
One hand grasped the Great Han's head, the other clutched a gigantic Black Teeth; his gaze swept coldly over the youth before resting on Qin Zheng.
Being stared at by him, Qin Zheng immediately felt like he was being watched by a venomous snake.
"What are you looking at!"
"If you don't leave now, you won't be leaving at all!"
The young man's brows furrowed, his voice tinged with impatience as he brandished his horsetail whisk.
The whisk shone with a cleansing light, attempting to envelop the dark-robed young man, but black light surged from the Black Teeth in the young man's hand.
The collision of the two lights caused the young man to suddenly grunt, blood seeping from his seven orifices.
He stopped staring at Qin Zheng and hastily turned to step into the void and leave.
"Hmph!"
With a disdainful snort, the youth turned to look at the old monk on the side.