Just as Hong Tianzheng was at a loss for what to do, a series of cracking sounds rang out. The two of them then saw the thick layer of ice gradually split apart under the effect of some force, fine shards of ice falling to the ground.
Before long, Meng Zhao had returned to his original appearance. At his feet lay a thick pile of ice.
When he opened his eyes, streams of white cold air condensed out of the air before Meng Zhao's gaze. With a howl, they spread throughout the room, turning into a cool, chilling breeze.
His divine light was brilliant and his vital energy abundant. Meng Zhao looked entirely unchanged; instead, his bearing had greatly improved, as though he had received some kind of enhancement, leaving Hong Tianzheng and Madam Hong clicking their tongues in wonder.
The two of them had the greatest right to speak of just how troublesome the power of ice was. Over the years, they had made no one knew how many efforts to restrain this force.
Yet Meng Zhao had absorbed this force into his body without the slightest discomfort. On the contrary, he seemed to have gained greatly in cultivation, displaying something astonishing. How could they not be curious?
"General Lu, how are you? Do you feel any discomfort?"
Meng Zhao still maintained his previous posture. Under the movement of his thoughts, the chill on the silken threads extending from his fingertips dispersed, and the threads swiftly withdrew into his body.
"It is nothing. This power of ice is indeed troublesome, and it has already taken root in Madam Hong's body. The situation is far thornier than I anticipated.
"If we wish to treat it purely with the Blood Changing Method, even martial blood changing will likely prove futile."
Meng