“You… didn’t use your full strength earlier because you wanted to hit me with the stick?” The Argent Snow spirit looked mournfully at Lu Yun.

“Well, you can’t really say that. I did indeed use the full strength of the condition I was in.” Lu Yun brandished his weapon.

One thousand and eighty snowflakes oscillating with the same ripples circled around him. They were silver instead of their usual snowy white, more resembling streaks of silver light.

“Why are you so fixated on smacking me to death?” The spirit felt rather aggrieved. He’d faced countless challengers over these endless years, but never had he met such an unusual one.

Though he was a spirit of the rules, he’d long developed his own thoughts....