It wasn't just Jim; all the martial artists present were stunned. Of course, they weren't the ones on the receiving end. Seeing Murong repel Jim with a single palm strike, they thought she was stronger than him.
"Cold Ice Technique!" Murong said coldly.
Her heart swelled with pride, yet she was also perplexed. Ye Xiu had taught her the Cold Ice Technique, and she had only been cultivating it for a short time before reaching the Third-Grade level. If she were to practice diligently for a month, wouldn't she become a Great Grandmaster? Moreover, the power of the Cold Ice Technique seemed much stronger than she had imagined! A Third Grade, repelling a War God with a single palm strike! I could boast about this for the rest of my life!
"Cold Ice Technique? Never heard of it," Jim savored the words, his voice cold. "You, a mere Third Grade, dare to strike me? You're seeking death."
With that, he raised his hand and pointed, sending a beam of energy shooting toward Murong's heart.
