"Mad thief, die!!"
The hurricane was tumultuous.
Zuo Lengchan shot like lightning toward Jiang Dali, his palm fiercely striking at Jiang's crown. With this palm, a bone-chilling cold wind rushed at the face, frosty to the point of making one's whole body cold and gasping for breath.
"Ice God Divine Palm! Bring it on!"
Although Jiang Dali had just used up his strength and was gathering more, in this instant, he showed no fear. With a loud laugh, his right arm, which was visibly larger than his left, suddenly swung, unleashing a powerful energy accompanied by the sound of thunderous roars, strong enough to shatter stone steles and break rocks.
"Daring to contest my palm?! Overestimating your abilities!"
Seeing this, Zuo Lengchan couldn't help but sneer inwardly, his Ice True Qi fiercely intensifying.
"Boom!" A loud explosion echoed, icy coldness covering the ground, and instantly, a layer of ice crystals formed on the surface.
