Terrifying shockwaves spread out instantly, ravaging the ground below.
Lucien backed out of the luminous mist.
He raised his palm. Dense icy divine power rapidly coalesced.
The next second, the icy divine power transformed into thousands of threads, surging outward wrapped in wind and snow.
The sky full of luminous mist was blown away, revealing Ethan's figure.
"The Holy Son of the Moonfall Clan, truly extraordinary."
Ethan glanced at his arm. During their brief palm exchange, the icy divine power within Lucien had frozen his hand and arm solid.
"Ethan, for you to take a move from this Supreme while only at the Upper Supreme realm is enough for you to be proud."
"With this next move, I will cripple your limbs," Lucien declared, his face carrying the innate arrogance of someone in a superior position.
"Hehe, even your dead Seventh Elder didn't dare speak to me like that. You, a Perfect Supreme whose realm isn't even completely stable yet, dare to boast so shamelessly?"
