He abruptly raised a massive palm as large as a door panel, wrapped in biting frost, and brought it crashing down on Gu Linyuan's head!
The air was torn apart by the strike, letting out a piercing shriek.
Ice and brute force intertwined. If an ordinary person took that blow head-on, they would likely be reduced to a puddle of flesh on the spot.
The corners of Gu Linyuan's lips lifted slightly.
His figure flickered, sliding three feet to the left like a ghost. The frost-laden giant palm crashed onto the spot where he had just stood, smashing a deep pit over ten feet wide into the ice as shards scattered like rain.
The Titan Snow Demon King roared and swept his arm sideways. His enormous arm came barreling over like a thick pillar of ice.
Gu Linyuan lowered himself slightly. The arm whistled past just above his head, and the gust it raised tossed his black hair, yet he did not even blink.
He raised his right hand, and a pitch-black radiance suddenly gathered in his palm.
The light rapidly stretched and condensed, forming an obsidian scepter roughly four feet long in his hand. The scepter was entirely black, dark-gold patterns flowing across its surface. A deep green gemstone was set at its tip, emanating an ancient, weighty aura.
The Death Scepter.
The instant the scepter appeared, the air across the entire ice field seemed to freeze for a moment.
That aura.
It was neither cold nor violent, but a deeper, darker sense of oppression—as though the end of all things had condensed into something tangible and been grasped in that young man's hand.
Inside the ice palace, Ice Empress's smile faded slightly.
She set down her chopsticks. Her emerald eyes looked through the palace gates at the figure