Jiang Chen gently waved the Divine Wind Fan.
"WHOOSH!"
In the next instant, a frigid gale infused with Cold Ice Qi erupted violently from the Divine Wind Fan.
It swept across the entire courtyard in a heartbeat. A furious wind howled as the cold blast wreaked havoc.
"BOOM!"
The moment the stone table was hit by the frigid wind, it was sent flying.
It soared into the air like a single leaf.
"RUMBLE..."
After flying seven or eight meters, it crashed to the ground.
Dust billowed and the rumbling was incessant. The stone table had shattered into countless pieces upon impact, scattering all over the ground.
Shards of ice still clung to the broken stones.
Seeing this result, the corners of Jiang Chen's mouth lifted.
A satisfied look appeared on his face.
'Not bad, not bad at all. With the Divine Wind Fan, survival won't be an issue.'
His Divine Wind Fan was definitely a Magical Treasure that would take people by surprise.
