"Gu Shen?!"
The Bai Family Witch's expression froze, and she hadn't had the chance to speak yet.
Under the radiance of the Blazing Sun, Gu Shen raised his hand, and within his palm, a storm of iron elements converged.
The iron armor brought from the ancient tomb took shape again, transforming into an iron sword.
He slashed down with the sword!
The tide of snow shattered, and the drifting withered snowflakes solidified for a few seconds under the sword's stir.
Bai Zesheng fell to the ground, his flesh bisected, while that wisp of spirit was thoroughly swept away and destroyed by the Chi Huo clinging to the sword's blade.
Life extinguished.
...
...
After freezing for a few seconds, the tide of snow started moving again as strong winds blew over, lifting the mesmerizing broken snow back into the air of the wilderness.
Only now, there was an added tinge of bloodiness in the snow.
And an added sense of hostility.
