"This blade is named Drifting Snow. I happened to acquire it by chance, and once it is unleashed, even I cannot fully control it. If you cannot withstand it, surrender and concede defeat early; I truly don't wish to hurt you."
With the ominous blade in hand, Wang Teng's aura grew increasingly formidable. Centered on him, layers of frosty ripples spread continuously outward, filling the nascent realm spanning hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye.
Gradually, a flurry of heavy goose-feather snow seemed to fall from the void itself.
Chapter 81