Is it snowing?
No.
But before the eyes of everyone, it seemed as if snowflakes had suddenly begun to float down.
These snowflakes were found within the area where Li Hao stood, within three feet of the sword's edge.
Each flake carried the chill of piercing cold, a reflection of sword light, much like the name of the swordsmanship itself, Falling Snow.
The level was—true form...
In front of Li Hao, the burly youth's pupils contracted rapidly, standing still in shock.
In his view, the countless snowflakes were like a storm sweeping through, tumultuous, yet that storm was grasped in the palm of the young man, as if holding the Power of Heaven and Earth!
The biting cold did not sweep over him, only... from within the storm, a flurry of snowflakes gently began to fly out, drifting across his own cheek.
Cool.
The burly youth subconsciously reached out to touch it, feeling a sense of pain, but saw no blood.