Upon hearing Qing Lan's words, Zhao Ji looked at her with a blank expression. Even though she didn't exert any abilities or aura, just by standing there, the pressure she exerted was like a mountain pressing down on Qing Lan.
However, having become an Eighth Rank Great Evil God and having her talent rated "90" by Zhao Ji, it was evident that Qing Lan was no ordinary individual.
Even when faced with Zhao Ji's mountain-like pressure, she still grinned, as if she hadn't felt a thing.
Seeing this, Zhao Ji's face turned cold. Her stunning features were like a mountain peak covered by the first snow, radiating a chilling cold beneath the fairness.
Then, she extended her right hand, and in the next second, the air temperature plummeted by dozens of degrees, as ice crystals quickly began to coalesce in her hand, extending!
Within seconds, a long sword made of ice appeared in her hand.
