"Arrogant!"
Li Han's phoenix eyes were ice cold.
With a gentle point of her hand, although it was a clear sky for miles around, suddenly, dark clouds gathered, turning black as tufts of cotton, with flashes of lightning within the clouds, and the particles of water-attributed spiritual energy became lively, converging into vapor.
Boom!
A moment later, accompanying a clap of thunder, within a radius of several miles, the raindrops began to fall, yet they did not reach the ground.
Instead, under a surge of cold air, they turned into numerous crystalline ice needles that shot towards the youth in green clothes in the sky, dense and numerous.
"The intention of magic cultivation, sensing the heart of the heavens?"
"I've long heard that the combat prowess of top-tier magic cultivators looks down upon their peers, not inferior to sword cultivators who have comprehended sword intent. Today, I have indeed seen it."
Jiang Ding showed a look of delight.
Boom!
