Immediately, without waiting for Luo Chen's reaction, he casually thrust forward.
The fishing rod in his hand suddenly appeared right in front of Luo Chen.
The speed was so fast that it was impossible for anyone to react.
Neither the Black King nor Little White, who was attached to Luo Chen, had moved on from Li Canghai's previous praise of their master.
This thrust of the fishing rod seemed to contain the great momentum of the heavens and the earth, the ultimate truth of the world.
With just the residual power of the thrust, it forcibly expelled the attached Little White.
On the boundless ice surface, the young man's expression shifted slightly, as if he would be pierced by that fishing rod in the next moment.
In the left sleeve of his robe, a powerful force was eager to burst forth.
But Luo Chen suppressed that urge.
At this moment, he had already condensed his Primordial Spirit, allowing his Divine Perception to circulate extremely quickly.
