At this moment, the old man had also realized that something was not quite right. Subconsciously, he tilted his head towards the middle-aged and noticed that the person's silhouette was solidified at least 10 meters away. It was unmoving, just like a statue.
However, the old man still had rather good vision and, in a moment, he noticed that there was a thin layer of ice covering the middle-aged man's entire body. Under the shine of the sunlight, there was a continuous stream of steam emanating off it.
"He's already dead. Don't worry, I'll send you off to have a reunion with him."
A taunting look found itself onto Mo Wen's mouth. Suddenly, the power of his fist was ignited and two forces of Qi, one hot and one cold, had morphed into a whirlwind force. In an instance, the fist travelled at twice the speed and within a moment, it had appeared very close to the old man's chest.
