Su Hanhào cackled sinisterly. "Mei Ji, you're no match for me. You weren't back then, and you certainly aren't now. Leave. I only want this little girl. Hmph, that damned woman Jia Yingxia-I'll show her what I'm capable of. Heh heh, I'll give the girl to my eldest son as a slave. Excellent, excellent!"
Bai Yue's eyes grew ever clearer, like ice crystals, and a bone-piercing chill radiated from her entire body. Her Perception seemed to harbor an inherent coldness. As it spread, snowflakes actually began drifting through the sky.
Mei Ji snorted. "Old bastard, your habit of boasting hasn't changed a bit. We never fought back then, and I'd intended to settle things with you today. Unfortunately, circumstances are different now. I have no time to waste on you. Girl, let's go!"
Before his words had faded, the two struck simultaneously.
Bai Yue, as cold as ice and snow, suddenly attacked. A dazzling beam of colored light, ethereal as gauze, instantly transformed the dark sky into a dreamscape. An icy, elusive aura rippled outward, and the temperature plummeted. In the blink of an eye, snowflakes were fluttering down throughout the sky.
"[Aurora]?" Su Hanhào's gaze sharpened. "That damned woman was generous enough to give you that card."
Mei Ji attacked at the same time. His face, rosy as a baby's, suddenly turned crimson, so red it seemed about to bleed. His eyes widened, projecting an imposing authority without anger. Raising his hand with two fingers pressed together, he pointed straight at Su Hanhào and roared, "[Ring Prison]!"
A heavy aura abruptly filled every inch of space. A ring-shaped energy construct drifted slowly from Mei Ji's fingers.
"Damn it!" Su Hanhào's expression abruptly turned cold, and Killing Intent surged forth. "Old Mei, you're dead today!"
He hadn't expected Mei Ji