Double Chan
編輯: Larbre Studio
Crackle, crackle.
Struck by the two ice hand prints, the kneeling soldier instantly turned into hard ice. Then the man-shaped ice block cracked in dozens of places.
With a loud crack, the man shattered. His armor and flesh had all turned to ice crystals.
"Not Zhang Ruochen?"
Qingyi Chan's expression changed again. She felt fine spatial ripples coming around three feet behind her. At the same time, tumultuous murderous intent exploded like a flood breaking the dam and swallowed her.
Whoosh—
Zhang Ruochen stepped out of the space and charged. He immediately put five time prints into his sword technique and used the Eight Scales of Change.
The surrounding time slowed a bit, but the sword quickened.
This sneak attack had to take Qingyi Chan's life, so Zhang Ruochen used both time and space. If he couldn't kill Qingyi Chan with one strike, the following battle would be very difficult.