Seeing the third Ice Flame Lotus break through the dragon, Qin Yang's pupils shrank, and he let out a cold shout. The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword in his hand swung, cutting a sharp sword light that fell on the Ice Flame Lotus.
Bang!
The Ice Flame Lotus suddenly exploded, scattering into a pervasive cold air that quickly climbed up the blade of the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, freezing its blade in the blink of an eye.
The cold air continued to spread upwards.
Crack! Crack!
Qin Yang's hand gripping the sword was also encased in ice, followed by his entire arm, encased in a layer of hard ice.
"This kid is going to turn into an ice sculpture."
"Brother Yi's Ice Flame Lotus is truly formidable. Just one is enough to freeze him."
"..."
Below the Martial Arts Arena, a group of young disciples from the Nangong Clan exclaimed excitedly at the sight.
"Brother Qin Yang..."
At this moment, Zilan's expression changed slightly, and her bright eyes revealed a touch of worry.
