"Snow flutters over the human realm." Endless snowflakes originated from his palm, each one a sword, ten thousand snowflakes embodying ten thousand sword intents. Such a move was undoubtedly earth-shattering.
The terrifying aura of the sword brought forth a boundless chill that continually diffused into the surroundings, such that even the platform had begun to form a thin layer of frost. Those spectators of weaker cultivation couldn't help but start to shiver.
"So cold, why is it so dreadfully cold!" One must know that within the Southern Sea it was eternal spring, never the existence of winter, yet at this moment the sky felt as though it was situated amidst a land of ice and snow.
It wasn't the weather that was cold, but Xue Songzi's sword intent.
However, Xiao Qiang's palm remained unchanged, still as imposingly direct as he reached out towards Xue Songzi. The ten thousand snow swords bombarded his palm, instantly encasing it in solid ice.
