Before the words had even faded, a majestic wave of cold surged from the VIP seating area.
Li Hanche rose unhurriedly, stretched lazily, and clenched his right hand at empty air beside him.
Icy blue light burst from his palm as the Dark Nether Ice Soul Spear condensed into shape.
Centered on him, visible icy blue cold energy poured wildly from the spear like a tide, spreading in every direction.
The spectators in the VIP seats all shuddered under the pressure of that chill.
Then he jumped from where he stood.
Straight into the air.
His body spun halfway through the air. With a full-force swing of his right arm, the Dark Nether Ice Soul Spear flew from his hand, transforming into an icy blue meteor that slammed into the very center of the Soul Fighting Platform.
The spearhead sank several inches into the stone floor, spiderweb cracks spreading in every direction. The shaft trembled without pause, while the icy blue gem at its butt emitted a Dragon Chant-like hum amid the vibrations.
With the might of a single spear throw, the entire arena fell silent.
But Li Hanche did not descend.
His right foot stood on a long, slender icicle.
The icicle had condensed out of thin air, steadily supporting his weight.
He stepped out with his left foot, and the instant it came down, a second icicle condensed beneath it.
With every step he took downward, another icicle stair formed automatically beneath his feet.
He walked down step by step from the sky to the Soul Fighting Platform, leaving behind a string of floating icicle stairs that reflected a diamond-like icy gleam.
The audience erupted completely.
Some rose from their seats, while others stared at the white-clad figure in the air with their mouths agape, unable to make