The terrifying air made all the cultivators in the stands feel the chill, as an imposing ice giant rose from behind Bing Xin, and the moisture in the air faintly condensed into ice.
Luo Pin watched Bing Xin on the stage below with great interest, guessing that this move was probably one of the treasures of the Ice Emperor's heritage.
"This terrifying momentum, even Luo Pin might not be able to withstand it."
Long Yan frowned; this match had no restrictions on life or death, and if by accident he killed his opponent, it wouldn't be a problem. In his heart, he was somewhat worried for Luo Pin.
Watching the fist growing larger in front of her, carrying a strong wind that blew her dark long hair, Luo Pin's heart remained unchanged.
Behind her, the True Qi suddenly withdrew, and a phantom shadow appeared behind Luo Pin. The shadow fiercely threw a punch towards where Bing Xin was standing, carrying an unmatched momentum that equaled the ice giant's.
