C225 Xue Aoyun

Atop the snow-capped mountain peak, the sky was a tumult of snow and wind, sharp as blades.

"Old Yang, can you handle this?" someone called out.

"Of course, I can. What kind of man would I be if I admitted defeat?" came the confident reply.

"Alright then!" Elder Ling abruptly released the protective shield.

In that moment, the biting wind lashed at Elder Yang