Divine Spring

"An example from those who came before? I'm rather curious—what was their fate?"

A calm voice, yet one imbued with supreme majesty, suddenly rang out through the great hall.

The voice was not loud, but it entered the depths of everyone's soul with crystal clarity, as though exploding directly inside their minds!

The space at the center of the hall immediately rippled into chaos, like waves upon water.

A figure silently materialized before everyone's eyes.

The newcomer was dressed in white. He had a tall, straight bearing, a handsome yet indifferent face, and a lofty, disdainful gaze. It was Chen Xia!

He had actually descended alone into the innermost council hall of the Snow Kingdom's royal palace!

"What are you?"

"How audacious! How dare you trespass into the forbidden grounds of the royal palace!"

"Guards! Where are the guards?!"

The elders were startled at first, then erupted into angry shouts.

They did not recognize Chen Xia and assumed he was some reckless madman who did not know when he was courting death.

Ye Hong's eyes sharpened as his Martial Saint aura locked onto Chen Xia. "I don't care who you are. Since you dare run wild here, there's only one road left for you—to your death!" With that, he moved, transforming into a streak of cold light. His withered palm, wrapped in fierce ice-type astral energy, reached straight for Chen Xia's face.

That blow was powerful enough to freeze metal and stone!

Yet Chen Xia did not even lift an eyelid.

He merely raised his right hand casually, extended his index finger, and lightly pointed at the charging Ye Hong.

Pop!

A soft sound rang out, like a bubble bursting.

Ye Hong, who had come roaring in with overwhelming force, suddenly froze in midair. The ferocious expression on his face