In the blink of an eye, a layer of gorgeous hoar frost extended from his sword’s tip to cover his entire body.
All the sect disciples who were seeing the might of Frozen Cloud Asgard’s “Frozen Cloud Art” for the first time were all stunned.
“I… admit… defeat…” Han Yunzhi’s mouth trembled as he squeezed out those three words. He had originally thought that even though there was a difference of four levels between them, he could at least withstand five to six moves… But he hadn’t thought that he wouldn’t even meet the criteria to meet face-to-face with his opponent.