On Xiao Yun's side of the street, a storm was brewing, while Luo Feng's side remained perfectly calm.
The heavy atmosphere permeated the entire street; the feeling of an impending storm caused the nearby Martial Artists to involuntarily slow their breathing.
Xiao Yun frowned slightly. He had initially thought he could use his aura to overwhelm Luo Feng and embarrass him, but surprisingly, his opponent remained unmoved.
A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. A chill wind swept around Xiao Yun, and layers of icy frost formed on his right palm.
"Shattered Cold Palm!"
Xiao Yun's right palm transformed into a beam of white light, carrying a torrential cold aura as it shot straight towards Luo Feng.
WHOOSH!
The icy wind intensified tenfold in an instant, forcing the nearby Martial Artists to instinctively squint, a horrified look on their faces.
