"Running? Is that all you've got?"
Zhao Hong thundered, fury blazing in his eyes. Though his face was pale, his momentum was terrifying, cold air billowing around him. The longsword in his hand released biting cold, slicing the air into ribbons of snowy light.
His body radiated bone-chilling frost, yet gave off a wild, violent force like a volcano erupting.
Xu Yang slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, circulating immortal essence to force the invading cold from his body, looking at Zhao Hong with a bitter smile.
"I've returned all the immortal fruit to you, can you let me go?"
Zhao Hong was stunned, then burst out laughing, both furious and amused: "Are you dreaming?"
"You dare mess with me and expect mercy?"
"I may not be allowed to kill you, but I'll show you what punishment means in a land of ice and snow!"
Boom!
Zhao Hong's sword pointed at Xu Yang, transforming into a streak of silvery light, man and blade as one.
Man and sword arrived in an instant.
