Shi Hao smiled.
Martial Venerables, namely Soul Nurturing realm martial artists, he had already encountered them, so when he suddenly saw Shi Pojun unleashing the power of frost, he was not at all surprised.
However, the power of frost was indeed terrifying, and the temperature around seemed to have suddenly returned to the deep winter.
You must know, it was now the sunny April, and the grass had long since grown and orioles had taken flight.
Shi Hao clenched his fists, his Soul Force expanded, drawing in the Fire Element, and with a boom, fierce flames suddenly ignited on his fists. Then, he too unleashed the Flying Cloud Fist, charging towards Shi Pojun.
Flying Cloud Fist against Flying Cloud Fist, frost against fire.
Bang, their fists collided, one white and the other red, one icy and one fiery, starkly contrasting.