With a thunderous roar, a frost dragon illusion instantly froze everything within a radius of more than ten yards centered on Ling Fan, creating a shimmering, translucent ice mountain on a hot summer day.
In the entire arena, only the hideous laughter of Gu Liangji echoed, mad and piercing, conveying the hatred and venting in his heart.
"Is he... dead?" someone in the crowd muttered as they looked at the ice mountain emitting wisps of cold air.
"He should be... dead, right? This ice mountain, capable of freezing rock into powder, let alone a mortal flesh. It would be strange if he wasn't dead!" someone nearby slightly shook his head, seeing no reason for Ling Fan to survive.
"Did my cousin-in-law kick the bucket?" Murong Qi's expression was somewhat complex, as Ling Fan's impressive performance while defeating Gu Sheng had left a deep impression on him.
