Zhuge Manor.
A wild wind swept up the snowflakes, converging toward a single point.
At the very center was a finger that looked like a jade-ice sculpture.
At this moment, Jiang Ning clenched that finger into a fist, scarlet flames shrouding his whole body as he charged head-on.
The next instant.
Crack—
Only the sound of ice crystal shattering rang out.
The jade-ice-sculpted finger Ji Mingzhou had stretched out suddenly turned into shattered ice crystals, exploding into ten thousand motes of glittering dust.
Ji Mingzhou pulled back and retreated, his speed pushed to the extreme, like a streak of flowing light, his expression shifting from indifference to horror.
Jiang Ning suddenly stepped forward, in a flash turning into a streak of crimson rainbow and overtaking him.
In just a single instant, everyone still had no time to react.
They only heard a thunderous boom.
Half of Ji Mingzhou's body exploded.
That was the fist blasting through.
