The Ice Soul Demonic Flame entered his body, and it was extremely difficult to expel.
If he had been an ordinary Lower True God, frozen into a block like this, Luo Zheng would probably have already won.
Perhaps it was because he cultivated the Snow Seal Divine Dao, or perhaps this fatty had some special protective treasure. Xuan Yuemu lay motionless on the ground, curled into a ball, but the victor of the Arena of the Gods had yet to be decided.
However, after being frozen like this, Xuan Yuemu had also lost the ability to resist. Luo Zheng walked over at an unhurried pace, then suddenly leaped high into the air. A powerful force gathered at the tip of his foot as he stomped down toward Xuan Yuemu.
"Crack!"
The frozen Xuan Yuemu, flesh and all, was crushed beneath Luo Zheng's foot and turned into a pile of fragments...
The world of ice and snow then began to dissipate, and Luo Zheng returned to his room. The injuries covering his body naturally vanished without a trace as well.
"Eleven consecutive victories..."
Luo Zheng curled his lips. He had not expected it to be so difficult.
In truth, Luo Zheng had anticipated this kind of difficulty, and Han Jiu Yi had anticipated it too. After all, Xuan Yuemu was a powerhouse ranked twentieth, an apex existence among Lower True Gods. His strength far surpassed that of the Lower True Gods Luo Zheng had encountered at this stage. That was also why Luo Zheng cultivated the Slaughter God Sword Array.
He simply had not expected someone to lower his own rank to challenge him...
If Luo Zheng had truly fought his way up in the Hall of the Gods, he would naturally have used the Slaughter God Sword Array to deal