"You idiot! What's the use of two Ice Dragons? Can they even harm a single hair on me? Damn it, they're worse at cooling me down than a couple of popsicles. I'm still sweating here," Zhang Bin said disdainfully as he continued to beat Si Yangze.
Si Yangze was about to die from rage, and the cultivators below were utterly speechless. They knew perfectly well that Si Yangze had once given a demonstration over the ocean, where his summoned Ice Dragons created an iceberg so massive it pierced the clouds. That power was terrifying, far surpassing the Ice Talismans Zhang Bin had used in the past. And yet, Zhang Bin was comparing it to two popsicles? Moreover, the man really was sweating, showing no signs of feeling cold whatsoever.
A Great Demon... He's truly a Great Demon.
Master Tianlong's snow-white beard curled up high, and his eyes bulged from their sockets.
