All the ice spikes broke off with unusually smooth edges.
But the next instant!
New ice spikes suddenly grew from the cut surfaces, stabbing forward rapidly.
"Damn!"
Fang Zhixing's expression changed, and as he swung his right hand wielding the blade, he fiercely pushed out with his left.
"Demon Blood Vajra Palm!"
The black demon palm burst forth, fearsomely mighty, pushing everything aside.
Boom!
The ice spikes shattered on cue, turning into countless ice blocks that got pushed back.
Behind the broken ice mountain, Wu Yuanbing's pale face revealed a shocked expression.
His voice deepened, and he coldly said, "I heard you had just advanced to the Hundred Cows Realm recently, I didn't expect you to possess such formidable strength!"
Fang Zhixing sneered, "What, did you think I was someone you could easily handle?"
That was indeed what Wu Yuanbing had thought, and realizing now the danger Fang Zhixing posed, his desire to kill surged.
