C902 The Supreme Expert

"Do you have a death wish?"

The voice, ice-cold yet stunningly beautiful, blossomed in the void like radiant snowflakes.

It seemed as though the entire space was ensnared in frost under the weight of that sound.

The Imperial Scholar's fan hesitated mid-air, his expression growing vacant for a moment.

Behind Han Jiuyue, a massive snowflake emerged, its white silver light shimmering brilliantly