A grand Immortal Sakura appeared about Ryu's head, but this time… its Projection couldn't have been more different.
It still kept the same short, thick trunk, and large looming canopy, but now its beautiful white blossoms that had once been merely reminiscent of snowflakes, had suddenly become a part of a gorgeous winter wonderland.
The bark of the Immortal Sakura was saturated with sheets of pure, clear ice that looked like the scales of a dragon. A gentle blue flame wafted a cold piercing air as it spread across its branches, giving the Immortal Sakura the image of a deity. Finally, as the cherry blossom petals fell, everything they touched seemed to freeze on impact.
A cold breath left Ryu's lips as the Immortal Sakura slowly faded away. If he fought those three geniuses now… would they even be qualified to touch a single hair on his head?
