Above the endless sea of trees, Han Qing stood in midair, powerful spiritual energy sweeping around him like a storm.
Cold light flashed across both his arms as lines of ice patterns emerged. At that moment, he resembled an ice god from a world of ice, radiating overwhelming pressure.
Han Qing stared indifferently at Mo Yu, a faint hint of mockery rising on his face. "If these are the only methods you have, then you've truly disappointed me."
Mo Yu's expression remained unchanged, but a trace of gravity appeared in his eyes. Han Qing was indeed the strongest opponent he had ever encountered.
According to his estimate, Han Qing had probably already reached the peak of the Half-step Heavenly Sovereign realm. He was not far from becoming a Heavenly Sovereign. If he could obtain a slot as the Continent's Child, he might truly use it to break through to the Heavenly Sovereign realm in one stroke.
No wonder the Heavenly Frost Sect dared to auction off a slot in the Earth Sovereign Great Perfection Battlefield. With Han Qing holding down the fort, aside from a pervert like Mo Yu, probably no one else would be qualified to snatch that slot from him.
"He truly is Tian Shuangzi's personal disciple..."
Mo Yu muttered to himself. Then he raised his head, and there was not the slightest trace of fear in his silver eyes. Instead, he smiled at Han Qing. "If you want to know, come and test it yourself. I don't think I'll disappoint you."
Han Qing was certainly extraordinary, but Mo Yu was no pushover either. In today's battle, Mo Yu was equally confident of victory.
"Is that so? I hope you're right. Otherwise, it would be far too boring."
Boom!
The instant Han Qing's voice fell, his figure suddenly