"Zzt—"
There was no booming explosion. Like fresh snow meeting the sun, Ice Empress's pale, delicate arm was covered in countless tiny ice crystals like fragments of brick. Beneath the gray-blue flames, they refracted countless scattered, multicolored rays of light.
Holding an ice spike, she swept it forward. The shield formed from the gray-blue flames didn't last even a second before it was pierced through.
But this bought the beautiful woman a sliver of life. She leaned her head back and retreated several steps into the corridor.
The ice spike sliced through the air, drawing a string of bright red droplets of blood.
The beautiful woman felt a thin stream of warmth trickling from her neck.
She covered the wound with her right hand and felt it. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it was just a scratch.
One had planned this for a long time, while the other had been caught completely off guard. Combined with the overwhelming difference in strength, she had truly come within a hair's breadth of death.
When her strike missed, a flicker of regret crossed Ice Empress's eyes. As expected, killing this human at rank ninety-seven would take some effort.
That beautiful woman was none other than Feng Ling, vice-leader of the Holy Spirit Cult and leader of the Xishui Alliance.
The gray-robed old man was Zhang Peng, an enshrined elder of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Six years had passed. Feng Ling had become a rank-ninety-seven Super Douluo, while Zhang Peng remained at rank ninety-five. Mu En had injured him too severely back then, and even now, his wounds had yet to fully heal.
Ice Empress didn't pause. The ice spike in her hand seemed to have become part of her, while a layer of protective ice crystals quietly spread