The youth held his sword, taking heavy and staggering steps.
The breath he exhaled instantly turned into ice, worse yet, the extreme cold was spreading within him... He felt that his heart could stop beating at any moment.
There were at least a dozen visible wounds on his body. He couldn't tell if it was because he'd frozen the wounds in time or if there was just no more blood left in his veins.
Yet he was still alive, still able to move, and even fight. Perhaps it was because he was a true professional, and could hardly be considered human anymore.
He gasped for air, hoping to recover quickly. It wasn't over yet.
"Did I unknowingly get provoked?" He realized that he'd fallen for a provocation at this juncture, even though the best option wasn't to act this way...
"Xia Qin, and those juniors, really remind me of our younger days..." The radiance and vitality emanating from them evoked nostalgia and envy in him. But the next moment, he sighed. That light wasn't for him.
