The Ice Cone shattered and melted in Shen He's hand.
Mixed with the blood in his palm, it dripped, drop by drop, spreading across the frozen carpet of the Political Hall.
At the doorway, the brown-haired young man subconsciously shielded the little rabbit, afraid she would be accidentally injured by the sudden, biting Ice Qi.
In the blink of an eye, the vast Political Hall was frozen solid. Yusen's aura fluctuated slightly, and countless faint cracks appeared on the layers of ice.
The Mermaid Youth stood in the epicenter of the extreme cold, his feet tightly bound by the icy mist rising from the floor.
His breathing grew heavier.
For him, the Glacier Talent he inherited from his father was unstable.
Shen He was in a pleasant mood.
A layer of frost formed on his silver-gray hair. His right hand, which rested on the chair, slowly clenched into a fist and punched the air.
THUD!
It didn't look like he had used much strength.
