As An Ziqing finished speaking.
Whoosh!
A long breath of white mist escaped his lips.
As though alive, the mist slowly sank, forming flecks of ice in midair.
At the same time.
The snowflake mark between An Ziqing's brows burst with silver light!
The wind around him slowed.
The cheers from the spectator stands slowed too.
In his eyes, even Ye Li's Palace Heir robes fluttering in the wind seemed to have stopped.
This was one of the powers of [Snow Without Blame].
While the Heavenly Law was active, his perception rose to a terrifying level!
Moves he had once been unable to see clearly, speeds he could never keep up with...
He could now take them all in!
"Fellow Daoist Ye, come!"
An Ziqing's gaze gradually calmed, the Immortal Essence within him poised to surge!
Not far away.
Ye Li remained where he stood, looking at An Ziqing as he asked mildly:
"Do you need a countdown?"
"..."
At those words, the muscles throughout An Ziqing's body quietly tensed.
His instincts warned him of immense danger.
But under the influence of [Snow Without Blame], that danger soon turned into an inexplicable excitement.
He immediately said in a low voice:
"No!"
The next instant!
Ye Li abruptly vanished!
"?!"
An Ziqing's narrowed eyes flew wide!
Too fast!
Even with [Snow Without Blame], he had barely caught an afterimage!
Before he could make out where Ye Li had gone.
An utterly terrifying aura bore down on him from behind!
Alarm bells rang in An Ziqing's mind!
He whipped around, only to see a slender, pale hand!
That palm was already upon him.
The force gathered between its five fingers alone made the surrounding space tremble violently!
At An Ziqing's original speed, this strike would have planted him squarely into the Training