"What? How is that possible?" The three of them felt as if their bodies were frozen solid by ice. This voice had clearly come from behind them, but how could an ancient martial artist, who might not even compare to a B-level superpower user, achieve this right in front of them?
The three turned around simultaneously, only to see Fang Jueyu standing on the sea. The seawater beneath his feet had somehow solidified into a floe with a diameter of over five meters, on which he stood steadily.
It was April now, and considering Singapore's geography, the temperature should definitely be over 20 degrees Celsius, even at night. How could such ice be possible?
"He isn't an ancient martial artist. He's a superpower user!" The three of them instantly made the connection.
