Zhou Zhe emerged from his state of enlightenment and shot Jona an icy glance. "Noisy."
That look carried tangible Mental Strength, smashing hard into Jona's face.
Bang!
A dull thud rang out.
Tears, blood, and snot streamed down Jona's face, turning it into a mess like a dye shop had burst open.
Yet after suffering such humiliation, the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by disbelief.
"Impossible!"
As if he had seen a ghost, Jona said in an almost sleepwalking murmur, "This is... Mental Strength materialization, leaving the body and forming telekinesis!"
"Using the mind to affect the material world!"
"This is something only the second level of Pure White Prayer can achieve!"
He was just a Huaguo man. How could Zhou Zhe possibly reach such a level?
When Jona had originally called Zhou Zhe a demon from the abyssal world, it had merely been empty trash talk, meant to give himself the moral high ground.
But now...
He began to suspect that he might have accidentally spoken the truth.
"The second level of Pure White Prayer?"
Zhou Zhe raised an eyebrow slightly, fairly satisfied with what he had gained from this battle.
With a thought, the Tang Blade: Little Tiangang behind him floated into the air.
The snow-white wolf fur along the spine stirred without wind, and the pitch-black tassel on the hilt swayed faintly in the air. Its cold-glinting edge slowly settled against Jona's neck.
"The weak should have the self-awareness of the weak."
Zhou Zhe's voice was as gentle as ever, without the slightest trace of domineering force.
From afar, without hearing what he was saying, many might have assumed Zhou Zhe was warmly asking after Jona's well-being.
Only Jona, with a blade resting against his throat, could clearly understand what sort of brutal, vicious fiend