Wen Qingye—the only rival of his life!
The only person Yu had ever truly admired!
Yu retreated several steps, his body gradually relaxing. His muscles went slack, but a surging power was gathering within him, like a glacial tide on the verge of erupting. At any moment, it could unleash power accumulated over millennia—enough to destroy everything in its path.
"Wen Qingye, thank you for lending me a hand that day!" Yu's voice had become deep and hoarse.
Guo Jie asked in confusion, "What does Yu mean by that?"
"I don't know. Maybe he had some kind of breakthrough," Yingg Tian guessed, letting his imagination run wild.
No one understood why Yu had said such a thing.
Suddenly, a frigid current enveloped both of Yu's arms. They turned ice-cold, tinged with a faint purple light, and slowly coalesced into two enormous, blue dragon heads.
Wen Qingye's eyes lit up. 'This Yu truly is remarkably talented.'
"Nether Ice Double Dragon Soul!"
