It mocks its own ignorance and weakness!
Xiao Wanfeng finally saw it, the finger of Hua Changdeng pointing towards him—so ordinary, not even the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword, just a simple, common finger.
The vision was blurry, as if half the world was lost.
Until that detestable snowflake, smashed by a flying eyeball, scattered and spread out, Xiao Wanfeng finally felt the cold.
"So cold..."
He shivered.
Time seemed to have finally returned to normal speed.
He brushed past Master Siren, turning his head just in time to meet the old master's furious gaze, his eyes nearly bursting, hair and beard standing on end, like an angry lion roaring about something...
"I seem to hear nothing... Master Siren..."
He smashed through the flying snow, body tumbling mid-air, catching a glimpse of the four Burial Sword Tomb members not far behind, just barely older than himself.
They rushed forward, faces filled with shock, confusion, and collapse.
Su Qianqian...
