You Think You’re Worthy of Calling the Lightning?

"Great, that's just great! Mad Southern Ye, I've underestimated you!"

Sikong Ao's expression was extremely grim as he squinted with dense suspicion in his eyes. However, there was even more killing intent in his eyes!

'This man should be killed!'

He took a deep breath as soon as he was done speaking. As all ten of his fingers shook, energy that turned into mist wafted out from each finger. The mist was as white as snow and as thin as a strand of hair.

However, the temperature dropped as soon as the mist appeared. The mist then turned into ten energy threads with chilly aura exuding from them.

Everyone's pupils shrunk. Fear filled their eyes when they looked at the ten white energy threads. 

Ye Chen stood proudly and smirked. "Sikong Ao, you're the Martial Alliance chief, but since when did you learn needlework?"