Qin Yu placed one hand behind his back, adopting the lonely pose of an expert.
Xue Chen smiled, his smile bright and splendid. Flower Valley was one of the five sacred lands of the Ancient Martial World.
Ranked among the top three of Flower Valley's younger generation, Xue Chen always held himself in high esteem. When had he ever been ridiculed in this manner?
"You brought this on yourself, you won't survive. Flowers bloom and wither! Accept your death!"
Xue Chen leisurely lifted his palm, and an Ice Flower condensed above it.
The Ice Flower was exquisitely lifelike and incredibly beautiful.
With a gentle flick of his wrist, Xue Chen made a snapping sound as two petals of the Ice Flower fell off, flying towards Qin Yu's head like lightning!
All of this may sound complicated, but in fact, it all happened in an instant.
As Xue Chen shouted 'Flowers bloom and wither,' both Su Ziyan's and Xiang Weiwei's complexions instantly changed!
