"Seems like you don't want me to win the first place and obtain the Ice Heart Holy Fruit," Xiao Yi said, his gaze piercing coldly at the elder.
Chengtian, with his hands clasped behind his back, stood amidst the howling blizzard, unaffected by the ferocious Gang Wind.
On the contrary, as the blustering snow approached him, it seemed to automatically retreat before touching him.
Such was the power of an Extreme Realm Martial Artist.
Chengtian nodded slightly and said with a light chuckle, "Indeed."
"You are, after all, Sword Sect's genius. If it were not necessary, I would prefer not to interact with you."
"Especially in an unfriendly manner."
"However, the rules of the Ice Edge Conference are clear, and now that you have won first place, I must come and disturb you slightly."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yi frowned.
The Ice Martial Kingdom, be it in terms of territory, strength, or the power of Martial Artists, was not a whit inferior to the Flame Martial Kingdom.