In truth, although the silver-haired old man looked perfectly fine, he had suffered pretty heavy injuries.
His world shocking true qi wasn't so easy to receive.
Just as he thought about that, he saw the body of the old man, half of his clothes turned into ash, burnt by a red flame. The other side was frozen.
However that wasn't only it, the water and fire spiral power were continuously interchanging within his body.
That silver-haired old man couldn't take it anymore, a mouthful of blood-spitting out. However, he used this mouthful of blood to spit out all the remaining true energy.
Zong Shou laughed coldly and didn't bother with him anymore. His eyes coldly looking beneath his feet, stabbing into the forehead of Shi Fatian, instantly a thread of blood flowed out.
"Did you think I was talking terms with you? Since I said those words, it is an order. Even if your entire snow lion race is wiped out, you have to achieve that. Do you understand?"