BOOM— Even in his phoenix form, Wang Lan could easily shatter Wang Mingling at his Galaxy Stage peak, let alone a bunch of scum in the middle and later stages of the Star Cloud Stage, with just one punch.
Fortunately, Wang Lan still retained some reason and did not strike with lethal force. Otherwise, these Star Martial Academy students would have faced more than just broken arms and ribs—they would have been sent straight to the afterlife.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK— The ice mountain was covered in cracks, falling apart like chipped wall paint. Regardless of how many ice blocks Jiang Xinyu created, she could not keep pace with the rate at which the ice was being stripped away.
Duanmu Yi looked like a sculpting artist, smugly and gracefully chipping away the layers of ice on Jiang Xinyu's body, as if admiring his own crafted artwork.
