From the moment Chen Hai reached out and grasped the withered old man's wrist to the moment he withdrew his hand, it may sound slow, but it was actually just an instant.
Even so, given Chen Hai's strength, he couldn't help but feel as if his soul had been frozen by a biting cold from the depths of his heart.
The next moment, his complexion turned white, then he opened his mouth and exhaled a terrifying blast of cold air.
Wherever this cold air passed, empty space suddenly gave rise to an ice lance as thick as an adult's arm.
This entire ice lance extended out to nearly twenty meters before the terrifying coldness in Chen Hai's breath was completely expended.
Then, with no power to sustain it, the ice lance fell to the ground, shattering into countless ice chunks that scattered in all directions.
"This…" The only servant at Chen Hai's side, Four, witnessed this scene with a shocked and stunned expression on his face.
But in just a breath or two, he had already recovered.
