Whoosh!
Bing Tianxuan's ice halberd pierced straight through the dark-gold puppet's chest, emerging from its back.
Immediately afterward, a terrifying chill exploded forth, thoroughly encasing the entire puppet in ice.
Creak, creak...
A teeth-grating sound rang out.
The once imposing Hua Tianjie puppet had now turned into a lifelike ice statue, no longer able to move in the slightest.
"Perfect!"
Bing Tianxuan put away his ice halberd, looked at the ice statue before him, and clapped his hands in satisfaction.
As the puppet was defeated, the dark-gold halo floating in the air slowly descended and hovered before Bing Tianxuan.
When the halo dispersed, it revealed an ancient, weathered dark-gold scroll.
Bing Tianxuan reached out and took it. A damp, heavy sensation instantly spread throughout his body.
"The second volume of the Shattering Battle Art... is mine!"
Quiet Hall.
Before the chessboard in front of Elder Fentian and the white-haired elder, a spiritual light screen had appeared at some point.
It clearly displayed the scene within that dark-gold space.
They watched as the early Hua Tianjie dark-gold puppet was turned into a lifelike ice statue.
"That chill... even through this spiritual light screen, this old man can feel the bone-piercing cold.
"That boy Duoduo's bloodline is probably even stronger than that girl's. Ice-element power!"
Fentian clicked his tongue in amazement.
The white-haired elder stroked his beard, his expression growing solemn.
"Not necessarily. If he is allowed to grow, Beiming Academy... may produce another extraordinary monster."
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing genuine anticipation in each other's eyes.
"It seems this batch of new students truly has hidden dragons and crouching tigers."
Elder Fentian chuckled and waved away the light screen before him.
"That boy's previous technique also seemed to be a battle art. If he can master the Shattering Battle