"Why do you insist on forcing me to draw my blade?"
Li Xuan shook his head, pacing leisurely between two Baihu who had been frozen into place.
First, he cast a scornful smile at Situ Zhong, who had stood up from his seat, wielding a long sword but not having cut down yet. Then, he turned his eyes to the young Dangtou on the side, who had also partially drawn his own sword out. "Mr. Dangtou, I would like to know, who orchestrated this spectacle today? Was it really ordered by Eunuch Qin?"
Sweat on the forehead of the young Dangtou had already turned into ice crystals.
Originally, he intended to make his move right after Li Xuan, when the latter's momentum would decline. Yet the speed at which the two Baihu were frozen was too fast, fast enough for Li Xuan to adjust in an instant, even leveraging the newly amplified cold power in the courtyard and the terrifying might of his freezing blade that had immobilised dozens of other Wu cultivators, further oppressing their spirits.
