The snow-colored divine circle, carrying unparalleled ice and snow divine power, flew with deadly force towards Jian Yi on the stands.
In an instant, Jian Yi felt an immense threat once again; even before the divine circle arrived, he felt as if his body was about to be frozen by ice, making him feel utterly stiff.
"Is this the true power of this Ying family woman?" At this moment, countless people's minds flashed with this thought as they perceived the power of the divine circle.
Few realized that Jian Yi was currently situated on the Jian family's stands.
"Wretch, how dare you!" At that moment, a cold and authoritative voice resonated in the Jian family stands.
Simultaneously, a gray ancient sword suddenly appeared in front of Jian Yi, wielding unparalleled sword might, and fiercely sliced towards the incoming snow-colored divine circle.
