Nephew, Die! No one in the future will ever stand shoulder to shoulder with you again!

With the activation of Cold Abyss Soul Lock, an ice storm spread a hundred zhang outward from Liaohuo, and in an instant, everything fell deathly silent.

Caught off guard, Liaohuo stood frozen in place as though trapped in a prison, iced over into a hundred-meter giant statue.

Meng Chuan followed in an instant, raising his halberd with a roar as he leapt into the air.

Crack crack crack...

Liaohuo's knotted muscles exerted force without cease, rippling with rings of golden light as he broke free of the bitterly cold restraints. His body twisted like a dragon, crisp cracking sounds rolling endlessly across his surface.

Yet traces of frost power still penetrated the inner heaven and earth within his body, chilling him to the bone.

The spreading cold seeped into his Liver Wood. His soul shuddered, and even his control of his body through thought was affected, like a machine rusting up—slightly stiff and catching.

Enraged, Liaohuo fiercely activated the secret art [Emptiness Subdues Fire Dharani]. The golden light on his body took on a layer of orange-red, blazing brighter and brighter.

"Meng Chuan!"

Liaohuo roared just as he stepped out of the Cold Abyss storm!

Buzz—!

It was the low, grinding sound of the Flower-Dancing Halberd whirling around Meng Chuan's shoulders and back.

The heavy halberd swept out like a ribbon, encircled by a ring of water. True Intent gathered thunder, rain, and dew, condensing them all into a crescent-shaped massive blade that faced the sun in the sky!

Violent, savage, the surging air scorching hot!

A broad flash of watery light descended.

At that moment, Meng Chuan's figure was swallowed by the torrent. He stepped forward and stomped down heavily!

He drove the tide with his body, crushing down upon the Wisdom King!

Golden-red light blazed around Liaohuo. Dragging