The middle-aged man saw his master catching up, and his confidence surged. He no longer paid attention to anything else. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a long sword materialized.
The sword light flashed, and a cold gleam swept toward Wang Yan's throat.
Seeing this, Beiming Xue was shocked and shouted, his entire body's aura soaring to the sky. A snowflake rose from under his feet and instantly attached itself to Beiming Xue.
This snowflake was precisely Beiming Xue's Demon Pattern. With its appearance, the entire office immediately became icy cold, as if it had turned into a land of extreme frost.
Seeing the sudden appearance of a sword and the sudden drop in temperature, Xia Jian was so stunned that he doubted whether he was watching an American blockbuster.
At this moment, the snowflake flew toward the middle-aged man.
