"Lan Feng, do you really think a mere few dozen people can stop this Pavilion Master?"
Xue Rufeng's expression remained unchanged. A chilling aura emanated from his right palm, and with a flash, his figure disappeared like a ghost at its original location.
The next second, he appeared in front of a Misty Moon Sect disciple and struck him with a palm, sending him flying.
"Ah!"
The Misty Moon Sect disciple's chest showed an icy handprint, lips freezing purple, and he fell to the ground several meters away, curling up and shivering like a bawling baby.
"Frost Palm!"
"He has successfully fused with the Ice Soul Cold Lotus; his Frost Palm is now perfect. How can we be his match?"
The remaining Misty Moon Sect disciples were horrified, their sword tips trembling and hesitating, not daring to come forward.
"Hmph."
Lan Feng's face changed drastically, gathering a surge of profound inner strength and leaping toward Xue Rufeng with a palm strike.