"Mo Qingshuang, I'm quite surprised that you've advanced to such a stage in your cultivation. It seems our investigation wasn't thorough enough!" The man in contact said nonchalantly, displaying a relentless spirit.
At this moment, his palms activated the Eighth Layer of the Cold Ice Palm. He intended to freeze everyone until Lin Feng awoke, buying enough time for his brothers to retreat.
Extreme frigid icy energy burst from the man's palms, seemingly capable of freezing time and space.
Mo Qingshuang, approaching him, finally curled his lips into a hint of a smile and murmured, "You're persistent, managing to train such a low-level cultivation technique to the Eighth Layer." His words betrayed some apprehension, as it was the first time he'd witnessed someone practice the Cold Ice Palm to this level.
