Battle Bing Xinzhu (1/3)

Young Master Frost was full of confidence in himself, and everyone else was equally expectant of his strength.

Only a battle between dragons and tigers was worth watching!

Unfortunately, Zhou Heng had already crossed that crucial threshold! Back when he was a ten-wheel Sunflare King, he had been able to slay One Sword Shatters Heaven. Now that he had shattered the barrier of his realm and become an eleven-wheel Sunflare King, it was absolute suppression!

Young Master Frost strode forward. A great deal of cold qi sprouted from his right shoulder, condensing into an arm made of ice. With a great battle imminent, he had no spare strength to regrow a real arm.

It would have to do.

Wherever he set foot, frost spread thickly, capable of sealing everything in ice!

To be honest, he truly was a peerless prodigy, blessed with formidable talent. His ability to slay a Heavenly Gang Moon was proof enough! Unfortunately, generation after generation produced talented people; the waves behind were destined to slap the waves ahead to death upon the shore.

As Young Master Frost made his move, countless specks of frost followed, sweeping up cold gleams that filled the sky.

Zhou Heng flicked his right hand, and the Black Sword was already in his grip.

Sword Breaks the Flying Feather!

His body fused with the Black Sword and streaked through the air at blinding speed. The black sword gleam flashed and vanished, and everything returned to stillness.

Young Master Frost's eyes flew wide open, yet his body could no longer move even the slightest bit. A transparent hole had appeared in his left chest. With his vital point struck by the Black Sword, there was not the slightest chance of survival!

Bang!

His body toppled over. A peerless genius had fallen just like