C50 One Condition

Lu Zhong unsheathed a dark red long sword, its blade slicing through the chill with unapologetic ferocity as he struck at the black-clad figure before him.

The man in black, eyeing the oncoming sword shadow accompanied by a formidable gust, quickly formed a hand seal and cried out, "Cold Rain!"

A white fog of ice in front of him churned violently, shaking the very space around them. Suddenly