Forehead Is Also a "Gate"

"Chirp—"

At that moment, the Jade Bird in the sky seemed to have been enraged by Nan Fusheng's spiritual probing. It let out a piercing shriek, beat its wings fiercely, and a string of explosions immediately rang through the air.

The next second, it stopped circling and dove at Nan Fusheng again like a cyan meteor, accompanied by a shrill whistle that tore through the air.

The "blades" along its wing edges flashed coldly beneath the sunlight, faintly splitting the ripples of space—this was the Jade Bird's unique attack, a lethal strike combining physical strength and Spatial Power.

"No choice, then."

Nan Fusheng muttered softly, his gaze fixed on the streak of cyan light racing through the sky.

The Jade Bird's speed was already like a flash of lightning to ordinary people. Yet in his perception, every beat of its wings and every dive seemed to have slowed countless times, its turtle-slow trajectory clearly unfolding within his consciousness.

He had easily dodged its initial sneak attack, so avoiding its subsequent attacks would naturally be no trouble.

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

"I'll use you to test my newest method." Nan Fusheng raised two fingers. Specks of pale white light suddenly burst from his fingertips, pure and restrained, yet faintly carrying a mysterious aura capable of deconstructing all things.

Clearly, the Jade Bird had not expected its prey to retaliate. With a sharp chirp, it folded its wings and dived again from a tricky angle, its beak aimed directly at Nan Fusheng's throat, determined to kill him in one blow.

Yet at that critical instant, Nan Fusheng's two fingers moved after it but arrived first. Carrying indescribable speed