"Old Bonehead, aren't you being a bit too—"
"It's fine. Don't worry about me. Just handle it however you want."
Gu Rong snickered inwardly. In a moment, Old Sword Man would have something coming to him.
At that moment, Ning Bei also threw over the Soul Power sphere in his hand, which was three meters in diameter. Under Chen Xin's casual indifference and Gu Rong's full vigilance, the cold mist on the surface of the Soul Power sphere gradually merged into it, turning it into an ice sphere nearly ten meters across, its surface covered in ferocious ice spikes.
"Even so, it still shouldn't be enough to—"
The Soul Skill now looked as if its power had increased by quite a bit, but Chen Xin still did not think it could threaten him.
Just then, Ning Bei opened his palm and raised it slightly in front of him.
"Sword Grandfather, you'll suffer if you get careless."
"Art is an explosion. Extreme Ice Burst!"
As Ning Bei clenched his hand into a fist, the huge ice sphere before him exploded outright. Its terrifying power made the entire Ice God Hall tremble, releasing a blinding cold light.
The air was filled with blasted ice shards and frigid ice fog, along with Ice Burst Technique attached to them that kept triggering secondary explosions.
For a time, the entire Ice God Hall seemed to be celebrating New Year, with explosions ringing out without end.
Judging by the sheer spectacle of the explosion alone, it was obvious the two people at the center of the blast were definitely having a rough time.
Fortunately, Ning Bei's words at the final moment had snapped Chen Xin awake. Seven Kill True Body appeared together with the Sword Array's defenses, instantly released, keeping him from taking the explosion directly