Duan Jian walked forward step by step against the dense icicles. The cold air hit his body, leaving deep frostbite on his bones, and a layer of white frost on the surface of his skin, but he seemed to feel no pain.
He withstood Sikong Yi's attack and fought his way out of the Ice and Snow Domain.
"Old thief Sikong, thanks to your torture every day and night, my body and spirit can be so strong!" Duan Jian roared, his voice resounding throughout the square.
He kicked the ground suddenly, and his whole body turned into a dark red lightning, which instantly rushed in front of Sikong Yi. Sikong Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to raise his hand to block, but it was too late.
"You can't defeat me anymore!"
Duan Jian's punch hit Sikong Yi's face hard.
There is nothing fancy about this punch, it is purely a perfect combination of physical strength and Black Dragon Bloodline.
Sikong Yi groaned, and flew backwards with his whole body, rolling several times in the air before falling heavily into the muddy water, kicking up a piece of dark red mud.
The whole place was dead silent. Whether it was Silver Wing Family's guards or Divine Flame, Azure Wolf and other Thirteen Families family heads, they all looked at the scene in front of them with their mouths wide open.
Sikong Yi, the head of the Silver Wing Family who used Secret Method and whose strength was close to that of Legendary Peak, was actually punched away by a young man from Black Gold Rank Peak.
But Sikong Yi did not fall down. He supported the ground and slowly climbed up.
The look of defeat on his face became even heavier, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and his chest was heaving violently, but his eyes became even crazier.
He stared at Duan Jian, formed a seal with his hands again, and the gray-white cold air around him suddenly shrank, and then condensed into a smaller but more solid dark gray ice ball in the palm of his hand.
"It's not over yet!" Sikong Yi roared hoarsely and pushed the puck out.
The moment the ice ball was released, it transformed into an ice bird that was only half a man tall. It was several times smaller than the one before, but its speed was much faster.
The ice bird drew a dazzling gray-white arc in the air and hit Duan Jian almost in the blink of an eye.
Duan Jian didn't have time to completely dodge, so he could only raise his arms and cross them in front of him to protect him. The ice bird hit his arm and exploded, and the violent cold air spread along his arms and spread throughout his body.
Duan Jian groaned, his feet slid backwards into two deep grooves in the mud, and he retreated nearly two feet before he stabilized his body.
He put down his arm, and his sleeves had been blown to pieces. The exposed skin was covered with purple frostbite marks, and the flesh was rolled, but there was no bleeding.
Black Dragon Bloodline's recovery power was frantically repairing the wound, but the biting cold still slowed his movements by half a beat.
"Let's see how many times you can carry it!" Sikong Yi's voice was already a little crazy. He waved his hands repeatedly, and one after another dark gray ice balls condensed in his palms, pushed out, and turned into ice birds and bombarded Duan Jian.
The second ice bird hit Duan Jian's left rib. Duan Jian sided to avoid the vital point, and the ice bird flew past his waist, exploding a crater covered with thick ice on the ground behind him.
The third ice bird went straight to his face. Duan Jian turned his head to avoid it. The cold air flew past his cheek and froze a strand of hair by his ear into brittle ice, which shattered when the wind blew.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth one, Sikong Yi, seemed to be crazy, regardless of the backlash of Secret Method in the body, pouring out Spiritual Power crazily.
Ice birds flew in from all angles. Duan Jian dodged half of them and carried half of them. Frostbite on his body was getting more and more, and blue-purple marks almost covered his entire upper body.
But he didn't retreat. Every time he held an ice bird, he took a step forward. One step, two steps, three steps.
The density of the ice bird is getting faster and faster, Sikong Yi's breathing is getting heavier and heavier, blood begins to ooze from the corners of his mouth, and his gray face is flushed abnormally.
"Impossible..." Sikong Yi watched Duan Jian approaching step by step, and the madness in his eyes was gradually replaced by fear, "Impossible! My ice energy directly freezes my soul. How can your Soul Sea still hold on!"
Duan Jian didn't answer and just kept walking forward. His Soul Sea was indeed riddled with holes. Every time Sikong Yi's ice bird exploded, countless tiny bits of cold air seeped into his Soul Sea, freezing his soul barrier.
That kind of pain is ten times more severe than frostbite on the physical body, and ordinary people will lose consciousness after being exposed to it.
But Duan Jian has been in the Silver Wing Family's dungeon for so many years, being tortured every day, and having to stay awake in severe pain every day. His Soul Sea has long been worn out and is much tougher than ordinary people.
"What a pity, I won in the end." Sikong Yi took a deep breath, put his hands together in front of his chest, squeezed out all the last bits of Spiritual Power in his body, and condensed it into a dark blue ice ball the size of a fist.
Fine lines of frost were dancing on the surface of the ice ball, and the surrounding air was frozen to the point of making a slight crisp sound. He raised the ice ball above his head, and the gray-white cold air from his whole body rushed towards the ice ball crazily.
"Ha!" Sikong Yi roared and smashed the puck away.