Hearing Hai Bodong's voice, laden with Cold Yin and murderous intent, Yun Leng's face instantly turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled slightly. That terrifying aura locked onto him, making it difficult to breathe and even hindering the circulation of his Dou Qi. Yun Leng felt an overwhelming sense of death closing in on him. Never had death seemed so near. Panic surged wildly through his heart, and he spoke to Hai Bodong in a trembling voice.
"Hai-no... my lord of the Ice Sect, I can explain what happened to the Mittel Family today. Besides, although you're a Dou Zong now, our patriarch is also a Dou Zong. If you..."
"Hmph! Even now, you dare use Yun Shan to pressure me? A mere Yun Shan is nowhere near enough. Not a single person who attacked my Mittel Family today will escape!"
Before Yun Leng could finish, Hai Bodong's icy voice rang out. As his words fell, blue light flashed in his eyes. He swept his hand through the air, and wind and clouds began churning across the heavens. In the sweltering height of summer, bone-piercing winds suddenly rose, and ice and snow descended. Even those watching from a distance felt cold throughout their bodies, without a trace of warmth.
As the bitter wind howled, the snowflakes filling the sky began gleaming with sharp edges. The entire Imperial Capital was cloaked in silver-white. To the spectators, those snowflakes drifted slowly and looked exquisitely beautiful. But the people of the Misty Cloud Sect discovered that they could not dodge them at all. Those flakes filled them with a terrible dread, as though they were the sharpest blades in the world.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Under the terrified gazes of countless Misty Cloud Sect members, the snowflakes descended. In an instant, before the horrified