"You are not worthy of the title 'Eight Great Families.'"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the man had already raised his right hand and struck with a palm force.
Boom!
The dull sound was that of the palm force hitting the first person from the Sun Family.
As the two collided, bone-chilling cold winds immediately ravaged the area where the Sun Family disciples stood.
In just an instant, everyone from the Sun Family had turned into ice sculptures.
A breeze swept through…
Crack…
As the first ice sculpture shattered into ice chips, all the surrounding sculptures followed suit under the chain reaction of subtle movements, dissipating into the wind.
"Zhu Han..."
All the people from the Sun Family had nearly vanished in an instant, leaving several cultivators who were at the fifth stage of Foundation Establishment from the ancient martial arts sects frowning as they looked at the figure standing before Zhuge Xiang.
