Cold air scattered, enveloping the entire small space.
Before the person arrived, the blast of his palm had already come, freezing everything ahead. Blue ice instantly crept up the table and chairs, forming a huge ice sculpture.
Hu Man and Feng Bufan retreated in shock, flickering back dozens of feet, their shoes already coated with a layer of frost, crystal clear.
"What terrifying cold energy!" Hu Man was still shaken.
"Not good, Brother Lin, retreat quickly!" Feng Bufan shouted loudly.
Lin Xuan did not move, still holding his wine cup, slowly taking a sip. Although frost had formed all around him, not a hint of cold was on his body.
If one looked closely, they would see that electrical arcs were flickering around him, forming a layer of thunder and lightning defense, blocking all the power of the cold ice outside.