Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West of the River-Never Underestimate a Poor Young Man!

Amid the wind and snow, Jiang Ming's figure seemed to be swallowed up, yet his arrogant, domineering voice echoed through heaven and earth for a long time, leaving Ling Xiao feeling as though he had been struck deafeningly awake.

"Command the skies, and the earth shall grovel beneath my feet!"

Ling Xiao stared blankly, the voice still echoing endlessly in his ears.

As Jiang Ming's voice drifted away through heaven and earth, the wind and snow suddenly seemed to be frozen in place by some terrifying force.

The wind stopped, the snow ceased, and the world ravaged by the blizzard seemed as though someone had pressed pause, locking it into that very scene.

Then, the next second, with Jiang Ming's cry of "Void-Breaking Ice Slash," the picture-like scene split apart!

It was not space itself that had split, but the wind and snow between heaven and earth, as though they had been cut in two by a terrifying sword aura!

A strikingly clear sword mark divided the icy, snowy landscape into two perfectly neat halves. The blizzard seemed to have been severed directly by boundless might!

This was utterly beyond what a human could accomplish. It completely exceeded Ling Xiao's understanding.

He knew that a Titled Douluo could affect the weather, but even a Titled Douluo needed to gather power to do so! At the very least, they had to release their Martial Soul or Spirit Rings, right?

Yet he had seen none of that. He had only watched this man his sister had found, this philandering man, stand between heaven and earth and casually swing his sword, cleaving open the blizzard that filled the sky!

That was simply... too cool!

Ling Xiao's heart was deeply shaken. The sight of the blizzard being cut apart before his eyes, the name