The voice first sounded astonished, then furious:
"I have already conceded, yet you still won't let it go. You insist on pushing it to the extreme, it's simply intolerable."
"Hmph!"
Li Shu snorted coldly:
"Old dog, throughout history, the victor is crowned king. Without slaying you, the people of Zhaonan Prefecture will not be at ease. Prepare to die!"
"Die?" Black Wind Ascendant roared angrily:
"I fear you lack the ability to kill me!"
The sound ceased.
Pitch-black sandstorm whirled out from the sedan chair, turning into ashes the moment it touched the mana-infused vines.
Bone-Eroding Soul-Devouring Wind!
Doomsday Earth Sand!
With the appearance of the sandstorm, an icy killing intent instantly spread throughout the area.
Even with Fang Zheng's physical resilience, his skin felt a numbing sensation, unimaginable for others.
Ordinary Martial Artists blown by this cold wind would likely freeze on the spot, unable to move, easily slaughtered.
This thing...
So formidable!
