"The Mysterious Cold Ice Jue is third-rate Martial Arts? Kid, you have quite the arrogance."
The voice imbued with a murderous intent rolled in from the horizon, making the air inexplicably colder, and everyone's gaze involuntarily turned in the direction of the voice.
The snowstorm intensified, snowflakes like knives ravaging the sky and earth. In the glimmering sunset, a middle-aged man could be seen emerging through the snow.
The middle-aged man was dressed in a white robe whiter than snow, his beard and hair a light blue, reaching down to his waist. He stood in mid-air, hands behind his back, surrounded by the snowstorm, exuding an inherent power within his calm demeanor. His indifferent eyes swept the surroundings, lingering momentarily on the Boundless Sea King, and finally landed on the ugly old man who had just spoken.
"Was it you who belittled the Mysterious Cold Ice Jue?"
