Lu Xingkong's hand was cold and powerful. It was like a rigid pair of tongs, clamping tightly around Yan Xiangma's neck and making it hard for him to breathe. His blood and qi flowed backward, his internal organs nearly shifted out of place, and his entire body seemed to have been cast into a ten-thousand-year-old ice cavern.
He felt cold all over. Ice had already formed on his brows and hair.
Yan Xiangma knew that this was Lu Xingkong's Snow Suffocation technique. It transformed true qi into frigid energy, then suffocated its victim to death.
Moreover, the body of the dead would be like an ice sculpture, shattering at the slightest touch.
When he was slammed heavily onto the ground, his entire body was like a massive block of ice falling from the sky, breaking into pieces with a crack. His hands, feet, face, nose, and everything else turned into tiny shards of ice.
Clearly, Yan Xiangma's words had stirred murderous intent in Lu Xingkong.
"I'm doing this for Li Mu Yang." Yan Xiangma spoke with difficulty.
"For Mu Yang?" Lu Xingkong's grip on Yan Xiangma's wrist loosened slightly, and much of the ice covering Yan Xiangma's head and face melted. Yan Xiangma spoke up. "You asked me to surrender to the Peacock Dynasty. What does that have to do with him?"
"Could it be that you truly don't know Li Mu Yang's intentions? Could it be that you have no idea why Peacock King Ying Boyan is using his army to conquer the Seven Nations?"
"Ying Boyan is satisfying his own selfish desires and his wolfish ambition to stand supreme beneath heaven and above earth. Everyone under heaven knows why he sent out his troops. How could I not know?"
"That is only part of the truth."
"Then I'm