Night, strong winds, and a blizzard.
Helian ZhaoYu whipped around, his gaze like icy blades fixed on his opponent, wishing he could carve out two chunks of flesh.
Qin Ming did not look at him. Instead, he faced the cold wind, stepped on the snow, and rushed forward, saying, "Hurry up, I'm short on time."
Helian ZhaoYu stared at his back, his eyes suddenly becoming deep and inscrutable.
The battle hadn't officially started, yet the two were already engaged in a contest. Helian ZhaoYu was aggressive, while Qin Ming remained casual, handling him with an untroubled manner.
A group of people followed behind them, traversing through the harsh weather, some whispering and discussing among themselves.
"Why did Helian ZhaoYu challenge Qin Ming?" someone asked in confusion.
Anyone could see this wasn't just a spar; it was more like a premeditated challenge.
Qin Ming was a guest in the Pure Land, yet Helian ZhaoYu, acting this way, showed not an ounce of goodwill.
