Jiangcheng was born in the icy lands, and the tribespeople who can cultivate are naturally resistant to cold.
Among the cultivation talents, the ice attribute is the most superior.
Jiang Ren had this talent, but it wasn't the best. He excelled more in martial prowess, and the combination of ice and martial power made him exceptionally outstanding.
However, all the glory, at this moment, in comparison to his brother, became a joke.
The City Lord of Jiangcheng was stunned.
In the blink of an eye, he watched helplessly as his elder son plunged a sword into the chest of his younger son.
"Jiang Yu, how dare you!" He roared in anger, yet he could never save the life of his younger son.
At the moment when death approached, Jiang Ren had to finally face his deepest fear since childhood.
He was never as excellent as his brother.
Everything he had was stolen.
