Yun Lintian's calm voice echoed through the raging blizzard, his words carrying a hint of mockery.
The question hung in the air, a challenge to Mo Lianxing's pride and power. It was a blatant disregard for the fearsome blizzard that threatened to engulf him, a testament to his unwavering confidence.
Mo Lianxing's eyes narrowed dangerously, her fury reaching a boiling point. She had never been so belittled, so underestimated. With a roar of rage, she channeled her divine energy into the Frostmourne Spear, causing the blizzard to intensify.
The icy winds howled, the snow swirled, and the temperature plummeted even further.
"Die!" she snarled, her voice echoing through the storm. She refused to believe that she couldn't defeat Yun Lintian here.
Roar!
