The East Prince Gong Returns

That one-armed Quasi-Saint truly meant to kill!

He held nothing back. His terrifying Quasi-Saint power drove the Xuan Ming law, bent on freezing this white-robed young man who knew neither heaven's height nor earth's depth—Primordial Spirit and all—into dust!

Where the dreadful cold swept past, even space froze with a series of cracking sounds.

The plaza's golden divine jade paving was instantly covered in thick, dark-blue ice.

At the sight, a trace of schadenfreude crossed Bixiao's face.

"Hmph. Serves him right!"

"He didn't even look at where he was before acting so arrogant."

As far as she was concerned, the white-robed young man was dead.

Fairy Yunxiao frowned slightly, a flicker of pity in her eyes.

The young man had certainly acted rashly, but he did not deserve death.

This Quasi-Saint from the Northern Darkness Palace was far too ruthless.

Holy Mother Wudang and Jade Cauldron True Person narrowed their eyes, staring hard at the white-robed young man.

Both sensed something unusual about this seemingly ordinary youth.

He was too calm.

Frighteningly calm.

Facing a Quasi-Saint's full-force strike, he did not even turn his head.

That was anything but normal!

Yang Jian's heart rose into his throat.

He stared, eyes wide, without blinking.

He could not understand it.

Where did this white-robed young man get his confidence?

Did he have some hidden trump card that could save his life?

Or was he simply a madman out of his mind?

The terrifying cold that could destroy everything was about to strike the young man's back.

Everyone held their breath.

Yet the white-robed young man remained unmoved.

His steps did not falter in the slightest.

He continued toward the Dragon Head Staff, one step at a time.

As though the world-destroying attack behind him were no different from an insignificant breeze.

Disregard!