C1072 No One Can Stop Me

Luo Yingliang, frozen solid like an icicle, still wore a look of unwavering confidence.

At that moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

As he executed his Falling Ying Palm technique, White Skirt also extended its arms.

He had assumed his opponent was ensnared by an illusion, only to realize he was being toyed with.

The block of ice was cubical