Chen Yuan looked at Iron Head with surprise and muttered, "This guy is getting better at putting on an act."
Iron Head, who had been quiet and reserved at first, gradually became someone who shows off at every turn.
"Crack!"
Iron Head opened his sharp eyes and slashed down at the Iron-Cutting and Ao-Fighting spinning rapidly ahead with a gleaming blade.
In an instant, a cold brilliance exploded, a slice of cold light swept forward from the blade, accompanied by a fierce aura surging forward, stirring up a fierce gale mid-way, grand and imposing, leaving a deep furrow in the snow wherever it passed.
The blade light whistled out, splitting the whirling snow and wind open, the advancing Iron-Cutting and Ao-Fighting halted in place.
Quite a while,
Iron Head sheathed his blade and stood still, his gaze calm, a snowflake drifted down, landing on his shoulder.
"Crack."
