As Yan Xiaobao stopped the flow of martial power into the sword, the blizzard gradually dissipated. The surrounding temperature began to rise once more, and the previously dry ground was now soaked with mud. Amid the mire, Yan Xiaobao stood tall, gazing down at the three kings. They had expended most of their martial power protecting themselves from the blizzard's wrath. Despite the immense energy they had used, none of them showed any regret.
"Now he's brimming with energy!" one of them exclaimed excitedly. "Watch me, your grandfather, and I'll show you what a cultivator truly is!" he continued, as Wu Wei gathered around his fist. Then, he lunged at the young man with a manic grin plastered across his face.
