The Jurchen Leader widened his eyes in terror, wanting to flee but being pulled back by the suction of Shi Feiyang's vortex. "You think with these little tricks, you can stop the Central Plains Martial Arts?"
Shi Feiyang's palm pressed against the opponent's vital point, and the icy True Qi instantly froze him into an ice sculpture.
The fierce battle ended, the prairie was littered with corpses, and the burning bitumen water dyed the sky a strange crimson.
Shi Feiyang looked toward the northwest, his skin like glass glinting with a cold light in the firelight: "Since Nuerhachi has bared his fangs, our Heroic Sakura Association shall become a bastion on this grassland!"
His voice echoed in the night wind, startling a flock of returning cold crows.
