Whoosh—
The cold wind howled past, stirring up the white, endless snow!
It fell one after another.
Falling on Lin Fan's head and shoulders, it instantly looked as if he had donned a snow-white cloak.
Lin Fan remained motionless, slightly circulating his True Qi.
The snowflakes on him were instantly evaporated by the heat, turning into wisps of white smoke that disappeared into the air.
"You really want to fight me? Don't blame me for not warning you; you're courting death."
Lin Fan stood steadfastly amidst the wind and snow.
The cold of the blizzard was chilling to the bone, but the aura exuded by Lin Fan was even more terrifying.
The snow merely caused an external chill, a drop in body temperature.
But Lin Fan instilled a fear that came from the depths of one's heart— a coldness that penetrated the bones!
Swish.
All the exiled men came to an abrupt halt, staring wide-eyed at each other, exchanging glances.
