Originally, they were all sure Zhang Bin was dead for sure. He'd been sealed in ice for several hours now; they figured even his soul had been invaded by the cold, completely wiped out. They were already planning how to fish out Zhang Bin's corpse and split up the treasures on him.
But Zhang Bin actually didn't die, and he was perfectly fine.
And he'd even devoured and absorbed all that icy energy.
Obviously, he'd inexplicably obtained the Snow Mountain inheritance.
He learned the Snow Mountain Divine Art and his cultivation level soared, his strength rising sharply.
That kind of contrast—how were they supposed to swallow it?
This was the same as getting their faces slapped hard, slapped like crazy.
The slaps were crisp and loud, leaving them dizzy and dazed.
"I absolutely can't let him walk out of our Snow Mountain Sect alive…"
Hopski was howling madly in his heart as a burst of icy killing intent shot off his body.
A sinister, poisonous grin also crept onto his face.
