The fat man's hand kept swaying along one end of the long staff. Before long, icy-blue light began to flash at the tip, and another Frost Mark appeared on it—exactly the same as the mark on Luo Zheng's back.
"I'm coming again. Ready?" The fat man grinned, the flesh on his face quivering with him.
Although Luo Zheng's ranking in the Hall of the Gods had risen rapidly, he estimated that he shouldn't encounter too much trouble at this stage. After running into this fat man, however, he put away his contemptuous attitude.
The moment the fat man finished speaking, he charged straight at Luo Zheng like a savage bull, wildly brandishing the long staff in his hand...
But when he reached a foot in front of Luo Zheng, he stopped strangely, then transformed into a mass of snowflakes that constantly dispersed.
"Still behind me?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Zheng turned around and threw a punch!
To Luo Zheng's surprise, he had guessed wrong again. The mass of snowflakes that had dispersed suddenly condensed back into the fat man, who once again tapped the long staff in his hand against Luo Zheng's back!
"Thud!"
Two Frost Marks were left on Luo Zheng's back. Overlapping one another like tattoos, the Frost Marks could not be removed by Luo Zheng.
The two Frost Marks stacked together, their color deepening another shade.
"I heard you have tough skin and thick flesh, and that you possess a highly special protective treasure. With my strength, killing you would probably be difficult..." After leaving the second Frost Mark, the fat man once again turned into a patch of accumulated snow and dispersed. Then, ten yards away from Luo Zheng, bits of snow drifted together, and the fat man reappeared as he continued, "But there are