Fang Zhixing couldn't help but slightly squint his eyes.
The Black Witch elder burst into laughter, "Although you have cultivated the 'Emperor Longevity Dragon Skill,' you cannot reverse time to a thousand years ago to stop that summoning ritual."
"Come on, if you really have the guts, kill me now!"
"After I die, I will definitely drag you down with me!"
The Black Witch elder laughed wildly, venting the unwillingness, resentment, and depression in his heart.
"Ah, truly pitiful."
Fang Zhixing snorted disdainfully, "So this is your biggest trump card? For the sake of your life, you turn yourself into a time bomb, thinking this will deter others from killing you—what a pathetic idea."
Fang Zhixing took a step forward, radiating a splendid and thick golden light, his voice filled with infinite authority, "I am different, people don't dare to kill me, simply because I am strong enough!"
Fang Zhixing extended his hand, forming a massive golden palm that descended from the sky.
