Thud—
The cold corpse of the man clad in black, hidden behind the tree, heavily fell to the ground. His forehead was covered in frost, spreading to his neck as if creeping roots.
Zhang Jing stared blankly at the several bodies scattered on the ground, his emotions in turmoil.
When he was assured that he could pass the Dragon Lake Dao Institute's examination, he knew such a day would come.
However, he did not expect that day to arrive so soon.
And... is this it?
Looking at the number of opponents and their formation earlier, Zhang Jing was anticipating long and drawn-out battle.
However, this fight, from when the opponent summoned the magic artifact flying sword, to when he used the double-enchanted Frost Formation Art to counter-attack, was complicated, but the actual elapsed time did not exceed ten breaths.
