"I'll kill you!"
A cold breath flashed by!
Lan Zhengqing seemed to have gone mad, rushing towards the Divine Phoenix.
The air, solidified!
Transformed into countless ice swords, surrounding Lan Zhengqing, hovering in mid-air, following his figure closely.
The void trembled violently.
It seemed twisted and contorted, directly compressed.
An overwhelming feeling of suffocation spread.
The air was drawn out of the room, making it impossible to breathe.
The heart even stopped beating.
Lan Zhengqing was very tense, a fine layer of sweat covered his forehead, and his arm trembled slightly.
Damn it...
He cursed inwardly.
It's just killing an ant, so why is his hand trembling like this?
What exactly is he afraid of?
A noble son of the Water Clan, a Middle Heavenly Venerate of the seventh layer, feeling scared about killing a pesky insect in the seventh layer of Broken Dao Realm.
Hahaha!
What a colossal joke, he couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
Then.
