Zhang Xuntian's face revealed a smile of pride. He had not intended to expose the Frost Palm yet. Even if he couldn't get the map, the essence of the Dragon Vein could no longer be contained—taking someone's life in exchange would suffice. After all, with so many cultivators at Mount Longhu, the death of two or three thousand should be sufficient to break through one or two seals.
When the time came to reveal the Frost Palm, it would surely shock the world. Thinking of absorbing the Dragon Vein and becoming a Nascent Soul powerhouse, Zhang Xuntian's face already bore a vicious grin.
Bang!
His palm seemed to collide with something metallic, and the expected scene of a body pulverized into fragments did not occur. Instead, a bone-chilling coldness burst forth, crawling through his arm and invading his meridians.
"What is this?" Zhang Xuntian's face turned pale, and involuntarily, he stumbled backward five or six steps.
