A Forehead Is Also a "Gate"

"Chirp—"

At that moment, the Jade Bird in the air seemed to have been enraged by Nan Fusheng's Spiritual Power probe. It let out a piercing shriek, violently beat its wings, and a series of explosive cracks immediately rang out through the air.

The next second, it stopped circling and, like a cyan meteor accompanied by a sharp howl that tore through the air, dove toward Nan Fusheng once more.

The "blades" along its wing edges flashed coldly beneath the sunlight, faintly splitting the ripples of space—this was the Jade Bird's unique method of attack, a deadly blow that fused physical strength with Spatial Power.

"No choice, then."

Nan Fusheng muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed tightly on the streak of Cyan Light hurtling through the sky.

The Jade Bird's speed was already like lightning to ordinary people, yet in his perception, every flap of its wings and every dive seemed to have slowed countless times. Its tortoise-slow trajectory unfolded clearly in his mind.

Nan Fusheng had easily dodged the initial surprise attack, so avoiding its subsequent attacks naturally would not be difficult either.

However, he was not the sort to sit around and wait for death. Since this Jade Bird had taken the initiative to attack him, he naturally had to strike back.

"I'll use you to test my newest method." Nan Fusheng extended two fingers. Specks of lustrous white radiance abruptly burst from his fingertips, pure and restrained, yet faintly carrying a profound aura capable of deconstructing all things.

The Jade Bird clearly had not expected its prey to fight back. Amid its piercing chirps, it tucked in its wings and dove again at a tricky angle, its beak aimed straight at Nan Fusheng's throat, determined to kill him in a single strike.

Yet at that critical