C178 (2)

"Hehe, if you refuse to submit to me, then you shall die!"

With those words, the white-clothed youth swept his palm, and three silver streaks shot out, hurtling towards the forehead of the young man.

The sight of the three silver streaks left the young man petrified, his body collapsing to the ground, motionless as if struck dumb with fear.

As the silver streaks neared his forehead