Meng Qi's expression changed drastically. He circulated his cultivation, trying to pull his fist free, only to discover that a force on Hua Wuhui's body seemed to have glued his fist to it.
Hua Wuhui gave a cold laugh. "You're too kind."
The way Hua Wuhui said it made it sound as though victory was already firmly in his grasp.
"The victor hasn't been decided yet."
Meng Qi calmly assessed his situation, searching for a way to break free from Hua Wuhui's control.
"As far as I'm concerned, this match is already over."
Hua Wuhui smiled faintly and formed hand seals with one hand, muttering an incantation.
A moment later, a storm suddenly whipped up across the Martial Arts Arena, condensing into a tornado.
Snowflakes howled through the wind. The bone-chilling cold pierced through the defensive formation and spread into the surrounding spectator stands, making the martial artists there shudder.
"Thousand Mountains, Sunset Snow!"
Hua Wuhui gave a low shout as his Mystic Arts and Dao Arts erupted.
Meng Qi immediately felt a destructive force of ice and snow surge into his flesh.
It rapidly froze his blood and body, freezing his soul and thoughts as well.
If he could not break free, it would take only a moment before he turned into a lifeless ice sculpture!
"Thousand Mountains, Sunset Snow... Wind and Snow Villa's famous ultimate art."
"Back then, Wind and Snow Villa relied on this mystic art to dominate an entire region."
"I was just wondering whether Feng Yiren would use this mystic art. I never expected not to see it from her, but to see it from Hua Wuhui instead."
"Being able to witness this mystic art means our trip was worthwhile."
Lin Bai, Jiang Xuansu, and the others did not know much about Wind and Snow