Zhuge Villa.
As Wang Wenzong's frail body grew full and solid, muscle after muscle bulged, brimming with power.
His headful of silver hair gradually turned black.
An extremely powerful aura began to spread.
Watching this scene, everyone's hearts filled with fear.
It was like ordinary beasts seeing the king of the mountain forest—that terror burst from the depths of their hearts and spread through their entire bodies.
At this moment, Jing Wuming was also filled with gravity.
"So it turns out you were still holding something back before!"
As his words fell, he pulled up his long saber, hung the wine flask at his waist, turned, and left.
At that moment, everyone present froze. None of them had expected it.
With the great battle about to erupt at the slightest touch, Jing Wuming suddenly turned as if to leave.
"Tell your Sect Master that the favor I owe him, I'll repay next time!" Jing Wuming said to Li Sixiang, his face free and easy.
And at this moment, the entire venue fell utterly silent.
Jing Wuming had only just taken two steps.
Whoosh—
The originally gloomy yet calm sky abruptly surged with wind and clouds, and the daylight darkened along with it.
Sensing the abnormal movement of heaven and earth, Jing Wuming immediately stopped.
Then, in the corner, the Purple Gauze Woman spread open her hand, and an ice crystal landed in her palm.
"He's here!!" she murmured.
Then, flake after flake of snow drifted down from the sky.
In only an instant, heaven and earth turned into a vast expanse of white.
Then, the wild wind surged, carrying countless snowflakes as they poured down like a waterfall, enveloping the entire Crouching Dragon Ridge in the blink of an eye.
The wind and snow were so great that in an