Han Zhan pressed his palms together, Mystic Ice True Qi gathering wildly between them and forming a gigantic frost blade several dozen feet long. The blade was crystalline throughout, wreathed in bone-piercing cold.
"You little bastard, die!"
Han Zhan roared, bringing the gigantic blade crashing down.
"Forget the Knowledge and Practice Institute-even the Lord of Heaven himself couldn't save you today!"
The blade tore through the air with the force to destroy heaven and earth, slashing straight at He An.
He An looked up, the approaching blade reflected in his pupils. He was drenched in blood, his true qi almost exhausted, yet an unyielding flame still burned in his eyes.
At that moment, with his life hanging by a thread.
A voice rolled like thunder from high above, exploding in everyone's ears. "Who's running his mouth like that?"
Before the words had faded, a burly figure descended from the sky.
He plummeted like a comet, trailing a long fiery tail, and crashed down directly between He An and Han Zhan.
Boom!
The earth-shaking impact sent roof tiles flying and debris scattering.
The newcomer punched straight into Han Zhan's gigantic blade. The unmatched force of his fist knocked aside the slash into which Han Zhan had poured all his strength. With a boom, the blade struck the roof ridge, splitting an entire palace roof in two.
The punch drove relentlessly onward, its residual force sending Han Zhan staggering back several steps. His blood and qi churned, and his expression abruptly changed. "Who are you?"
Amid the billowing dust, the burly figure straightened.
He wore a loose brown robe and had a broad jaw, bristling whiskers, thick brows, and round eyes. His presence was fierce beyond measure. Simply standing there, he resembled an iron tower holding up the heavens, exuding suffocating pressure.