Having Studied at the Holy See, Li Chen Was an Old Hand at This! (Please Subscribe and Vote!)

Vladimir's words carried both a blustering threat that masked his weakness and a last shred of wishful hope.

He felt that he had already "acknowledged" his opponent's strength and offered him a "way down." Surely the man would quit while he was ahead.

They were both Saint Realm cultivators, each backed by a powerful faction. Surely they ought to leave each other some dignity.

Besides, the Great Luo Dynasty is being battered by wind and rain, and this is precisely when it needs capable people. As the Witch Ancestor, don't you want the dynasty to remain stable? Don't you want to seize this opportunity to gain greater authority?

Killing me would make no sense, emotionally or rationally. It would mean tearing away every pretense of civility with the Imperial House. What would you gain from that?

He was gambling that Li Chen would weigh the costs and benefits, that Li Chen would not truly dare kill him, a representative of the Imperial House.

Unfortunately, he had gambled wrong-disastrously wrong.

Li Chen's gaze chilled, his displeasure deepening. I've already demonstrated this much power, and you still dare talk tough? You still dare threaten me? You're courting death!

Without another word, Li Chen lightly tapped the Words of the Stars scepter in his hand.

Clang!

It sounded like gold and jade striking together, yet also like a glacier shattering! The emerald core atop the scepter instantly turned an icy blue of extreme cold! The temperature throughout the hall plummeted, and countless ice crystals and snowflakes condensed in the air!

"Roar!"

A roar that seemed to come from an ancient ice age rang out. Light gathered around the scepter, and the phantom of a frost divine beast appeared out of thin air, formed entirely from the ultimate laws of ice, its body vast