"Does it merely sting?"
Luoshui's figure flitted like a phantom, saying indifferently, "The technique I practice is called 'Luoshui Cold Ice.' When this technique is used against a person, it might not cause immediate pain or itch, but it can freeze your meridians."
"What a vicious technique!"
The old man felt a sharp pain in his chest, a glint of malice in his eyes. His body trembled violently, shattering the ice within, causing immense pain.
"Cough, cough."
After shattering the ice within, the old man coughed several times, spitting out blood, his face pale.
"Are you all right?"
The other three elders were in a panic, never expecting that Luoshui, a seemingly frail woman, could be so powerful.
"I won't die! Your opponent is even stronger than this woman, be cautious."
The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, coldly glaring at Lyu Bu in the distance, speaking harshly.
"Are you still in the mood to be distracted?"
