The endlessly long brows shined with a layer of frost around them.

A Giant just needed to swing their hand to have an earth-shattering power, akin to a god unleashing their power - such oppressive pressure.

Feiyun could only fly backward or the brows would cut off his neck.

“Whoosh!” The three half-steps rushed forward aggressively. They looked like three swords blocking his path. In the distant, dozens of cultivators took up positions, readied their techniques to attack at any moment.

Feiyun stood on an open field. The branches of the plum trees swayed back and forth from the cold wind. The petals also fell down his head and face.

Long Shenya came out of the resting chamber and stood on top of the stone steps. Behind him was the majestic palace. He looked quite at ease as he laughed:...