Without having battled Shi Xiaole, one would never truly grasp his level of menace.
At this moment, Zhuo Feifan fully understood Hua Yunshang's previous emotions: this man was like a clear and flawless pond, seemingly shallow but profoundly unfathomable once one steps in.
"If you can withstand my final move, I accept my defeat. Ice and Fire Hell!"
A halo of red and blue interwoven light began to surround Zhuo Feifan, swiftly encompassing his head.
On one side of the red light, the air distorted, the scorching heat replicating a blistering summer day. While on the other, ice crystals rain down, the pure white frost obstructing everyone's vision. Even the river's surface near the Glazed Fairy Platform started to slowly freeze, forming a layer of frost.
Within a mere breath, the red and blue aura blended, akin to a block of ice falling into a blazing fire, yet it didn't melt. Instead, it made the ice colder and the flames hotter.