A casual wave, and suddenly a gust of cold wind hit face, heavy as a lump of Mystic Iron. Who knows if it was born naturally or consumed some Heavenly Materials Treasures, but the True Qi in its body was of the Nascent Soul level, reaching this stage must have taken a hundred years of Daoist cultivation.
But perhaps fish don't have much intelligence, not having transformed yet, and somehow caught and ended up in a bowl...
Tie Dan was also quite satisfied, then raised his head, took a sip of wine, and with a mouthful of Xuanji True Qi spat it up, freezing the fish into an ice blade. Looking at the dead fish-eye, he laughed heartily, his killing intent apparent, then, seizing the drunkenness, he hoisted up the ice blade and swaggered out.
