"Brother Yun!"
Seeing the middle-aged Martial Artist limp and collapse in front of Luo Feng, among the Wang Family higher-ups, a green‑clothed woman with phoenix eyes and stunning beauty bit down on her silver teeth, her phoenix brows standing on end as she glared at Luo Feng, killing intent surging in her gaze.
"You dare kill Brother Yun? Hand over your life! Drifting Snow of the Clouds!"
With a crisp shout, the green‑clothed woman took a step out, True Qi billowing around her. Her plain, jade‑white palm carried a terrifying chill as it locked onto the space where Luo Feng stood, and she blasted out with a palm.
Crack crack crack...
The instant that chilling palm force appeared, the temperature of the entire Purple Cloud Plaza plummeted. Wherever it passed, flakes of snow floated in the air, and even the sun‑baked stone ground congealed with a layer of frost. The Martial Artists watching from afar all couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.
