If You Don't Like That, I'll Execute Him!

The shadow of a phoenix appeared behind her back again. It spread its wings and turned into a ray of light that gathered the power of heaven and earth into Frosty's hand.

A light palm landed.

Shinji Baisho coughed up blood as he took Frosty's palm strike on the back. Borrowing the power of the attack, he turned into black smoke and disappeared.

"I didn't expect someone to inherit the Ninja Sect's escape technique," Rhea Reeves said softly as she walked over.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long with big sis' palm strike!"

Lana Sadler stuck out her little pink tongue and said softly.

Two of them, one crippled and the other heavily injured, disappeared into the night.

Neither of the two old fogies dared to fight Frosty.

In truth, even if they were to fight with their lives, they would probably die in vain. It would be a miracle if they could even injure Frosty.