However, before he could grasp what that shout meant.
In the next instant, before even a single breath had passed, the freezing snowstorm that had blotted out the sky and howled wildly across the battlefield vanished, as though a hand had suddenly gripped its throat.
Immediately afterward, a scene unfolded that none of the Blood God Clan or the Western Heaven War Generals could have understood even in their dreams.
The gigantic frost handprint, only three feet away from crushing Xiao Xiao's forehead...
Without anything lending it force in midair, without even a sound of spiritual energy colliding.
With a soft patter.
It simply turned into a cloud of mist out of nowhere, then dispersed into the air on the warm wind, leaving not even a speck of ice behind!
Then came a man's laugh, gentle and calm, even carrying a trace of the helplessness that came with being a father.
It, too, drifted unhurriedly down from the red clouds overhead, word by word.
"You little brat. Every time you go out to play, you make your dad listen to someone spouting threats of bloodshed."
As that homely complaint fell.
The blood clouds that had weighed over everyone's heads, almost suffocating them, swiftly melted away into nothing!
Sunlight once again shone over the ruined Luo Shen Small City.
And beneath that warm sunlight, a figure in seemingly ordinary black robes slowly stepped down from the void.
The newcomer held his hands casually behind his back, his black hair drifting in the breeze as he looked down upon all living beings.
"All right, I'm standing right here now."
"Come, let me take a good look..."
"Who were you planning to make kowtow to you?"
As he watched that calm man in black robes emerge in midair, his hands clasped behind his