Just what I wanted!
Xiao Yan showed not the slightest fear as he watched Ling Fengzhui, his face covered by a ghost mask, his aura continuously rising.
Ling Fengzhui was strong, but Xiao Yan would never show weakness.
Back at the Pill Tower, Xiao Yan had only been a four-star Dou Zun. Facing the overwhelmingly powerful Ling Fengzhui, he had nearly exhausted all his trump cards and still needed Wei Jiangyuan's assistance to fight him to a standstill. But over the past four years, Xiao Yan's strength had improved tremendously. Although Ling Fengzhui was now a mid-phase Half-Saint, Xiao Yan was fully confident he could battle him.
Ling Fengzhui held his saber in one hand. It was still the same saber as before, except blue-white ice crystals now continuously seeped from its blade. Threads of cold air coiled around it, causing the temperature of the surrounding air to plummet. With a casual swing, the biting chill on the blade could freeze the moisture in the air into falling ice chips.
On the night at the Pill Tower, Ling Fengzhui had suppressed Xiao Yan in every regard except weaponry, where he had suffered against Xiao Yan's Heavy Profound Ruler. After returning to the Spirit Clan, though Xiao Yan had appeared dead at the time, Ling Fengzhui had still devised a way to deal with him. This chill could restrict the power of Heavenly Flames. He did not seek to directly counter them; he only wanted his weapon to avoid falling behind in intense clashes.
Through the eyeholes of his ghost mask, Ling Fengzhui fixed Xiao Yan with a blazing gaze. His voice was low and brimming with fighting spirit. "Xiao Yan, let's fight to our hearts' content, with no regrets!"
After saying that, Ling Fengzhui gave Xiao Yan the time of