The voice was resolute and powerful.
Another Hall Master from the Heaven-Burying Sect bellowed coldly, "How arrogant! You're completely spent, a man at death's door. How dare you still spout such nonsense?"
HUMM! HUMM!
Suddenly, a soft humming sound echoed through the world, vibrating in everyone's hearts.
A gale suddenly erupted in the sky. It was a boundless wind, sweeping up sand and dust that was now mixed with the blood of the recently slain.
"Snow? Why is it snowing?" Zhang Bubai's brow furrowed slightly as he looked at the snowflake in his hand.
"Snow... It's snowing. What in the world is happening?"
Everyone watched as pristine white snowflakes drifted down from the sky. Their purity was so intense it seemed to pierce the soul, and an unconscious chill crept into everyone's hearts.
"Immortal Martial Arts!?" Ghost Child stared at Wen Qingye, whose eyes were closed, and cried out in alarm. "Only an Immortal Technique could create such a profound atmosphere!"
