Jue Tian—also known as the Honored One—narrowed his eyes the moment he sensed the subtle changes around Ke Qinghong.
"You really think you can do anything to me?"
Arrogant as hell.
Jue Tian was not only acting insanely arrogant, he clearly didn't put Ke Qinghong in his eyes at all. That attitude of his made it seem like Ke Qinghong was nothing but a jumping clown to him, not worth fearing in the slightest.
Hearing Jue Tian's dismissive words ringing by his ear, Ke Qinghong's face under the mask instantly darkened: "Jue Tian, let me see just how much stronger you've gotten in these twenty years!"
As he spoke, Ke Qinghong suddenly flipped his hands, palms down toward the ground. The snow on the rooftop seemed to be tugged by some invisible force, leaping up into the air and slowly compressing into a snowball. The crucial part was that this snowball bizarrely hovered in midair, only two or three centimeters away from Ke Qinghong's palm!
"Swish!"
