"The last one!" Chen Zheng's voice was like the north wind in the depths of winter, cold and far-reaching. His movements were elegant and succinct. With his palm slightly raised, he began a silent dance of snow.
In his palm, Ice Pearls gathered like stars, each as large as a thumb and crystal clear.
SWOOSH—
With a gentle wave from Chen Zheng, the Ice Pearls flew like a flock of eagles, piercing the air with a sharp whistle. It was a symphony of ice, beautiful yet cruel.
"Ah!" Zhao Wuxuan roared like an enraged lion, fiercely striking the air with both palms. However, his attacks were as fragile as paper in front of Chen Zheng's Ice Pearls.
The next moment, the Ice Pearls descended upon him in a carnival of ice and snow. Zhao Wuxuan squeezed his eyes shut, gathering all his strength before him to form what he hoped was an impregnable wall of qi. Yet, the icy killing blow still penetrated this wall, crashing into his chest.
"AH—!"
