Within the forest, there was no need for any reservation. In the cities, if one showed too many of his abilities, he would inevitably attract unwanted attention. But here, Lin Mu didn't deliberately suppress his power. Divine Spells were his strongest weapon!
Standing atop the Ice Dragon with a mocking smile, Lin Mu looked indifferently at the old man. "You, an ant who has just touched the threshold of Cultivation, dare to speak of power?"
He lightly tapped the dragon's head with his foot, and the massive head slowly advanced toward the old man.
The old man's expression changed dramatically. As if thunderbolts were roaring in his mind, the fear in his eyes had grown to its absolute limit.
CRACK! CRACK!
The countless ice spears and frost the old man had conjured were now frozen in midair, as if time itself had stopped. The Ice Dragon opened its massive jaws and took a fierce inhale, sucking all the ice spears into its belly.
ROAR!
