Ling Feng squinted his eyes: "It seems you can't help but make your move, huh? You really are a despicable coward hiding in the shadows."
Swish! A gust of snow swept through, and once the snow disappeared, a white-haired Western man appeared in its place. He looked at Ling Feng with great interest: "Impressive, impressive. You actually managed to dodge one of my deadly moves. It seems you're not just a name without substance."
Seeing the white-haired man, Bright Saintess's face showed anger, and she immediately shouted: "You... You must be Ice Emperor of the Hand of Death? Camus?"
Camus raised an eyebrow: "Looks like I haven't appeared for so long, yet someone still recognizes me! You're a little girl from the Papal Court of Light, right? I might consider sparing your lives!"
"How arrogant!" Bright Saintess retorted, "There are so many of us, and you're alone, yet you dare come out to stop us? What exactly do you want to do?"
