BOOM—
The Sword Intent Feng had casually unleashed was instantly overwhelmed by the Spear Intent that erupted from within the North Snow Tower. The resulting shockwave swept over him like a great wave, forcing Feng back a few steps.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at the young figure walking out of the North Snow Tower. "Jiang Qiu?"
THUD, THUD, THUD...
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed from inside the North Snow Tower. Jiang Qiu held his head high, meeting Feng's gaze. The Northern Snow Lance in his hand gleamed with a cold light, a grim Spear Intent seemingly swirling around it.
The killing intent in his bloodshot eyes was undisguised. Frost gradually congealed on his body, and with every step he took, his Frost Armor grew more complete. By the time he stood firm on the steps before the North Snow Tower, he looked like a general who had walked straight out of an ancient Ice City.
"Feng Li!"
