The startled Venerable Lord Ice glared chillingly at Yun Yang with vengeful eyes. There was only resentment and fury in his gaze.
Yun Yang's returning stare was equally cold; other than surging hatred, there was also a chilling sense to it that contained less warmth than the snow. He did not back down in the slightest.
As he took in the resolute gaze, Venerable Lord Ice was then aware that if he did not kneel down, the other party would never speak a word.
In spite of this, what sort of character was Venerable Lord Ice? How could he possibly kneel down? Even when he was well past his peak and limited in his capabilities now, he refused to surrender and acknowledge inferiority.
Hence, it had inevitably resulted in a delicate standstill. Yun Yang's aura continued to hike as time passed, though, his gaze growing icier; on the other hand, Venerable Lord Ice grew weaker, his aura sagging and growing increasingly dispirited.