Jiang Ning Takes Action, Li Sixiang Dies!

Zhuge Manor.

As Wang Wenzong's gaunt body grew full and solid.

Muscles bulged one after another, brimming with strength.

His head of silver hair gradually turned black.

An immensely powerful aura began to spread.

At this sight, everyone's hearts filled with dread.

Like ordinary beasts glimpsing the king of the mountains, terror erupted from the depths of their hearts and spread through their entire bodies.

At that moment, Jing Wuming's expression also turned grave.

"So, you had still been holding back before!"

With those words, he pulled up his long blade, hung the wine gourd at his waist, and turned to leave.

Everyone present froze. None of them had expected this.

With a great battle on the verge of erupting, Jing Wuming had suddenly turned around to leave.

"Tell your sect master that I'll repay the favor I owe him next time!" Jing Wuming said to Li Sixiang with easy confidence.

At that moment, the entire place fell silent.

Jing Wuming had only taken two steps.

Whoosh—

The once overcast yet tranquil sky suddenly churned with wind and clouds, and the daylight dimmed.

Sensing the disturbance in heaven and earth, Jing Wuming immediately stopped.

Then, the woman in purple gauze in the corner spread open her palm. An ice crystal landed in it.

"It's here!!" she murmured.

Then, snowflakes began drifting down from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, heaven and earth became a vast expanse of white.

Then wild winds surged, sweeping countless snowflakes down like a cascading waterfall. In an instant, Wolong Ridge was shrouded completely.

The wind and snow were so fierce that figures became indistinguishable beyond ten paces. Snow piled up in the courtyard at a visible rate, the temperature plummeted, and even the air seemed about to freeze.

"It's here!" Wang Wenzong murmured