The white flame on Ye Qingyu's finger tip burned, like a sprite jumping up and down excitedly.

He stood alone on the arena, his white robe fluttering in the air. The ice crystals present on the arena gradually retreated, being absorbed back into his body. His black hair danced like a black flame, emitting an aura that made it seem he was independent from the world. His entire person seemed like a deity that had descended from the Ninth Heaven.

A light gust of wind blew from his body slightly, sweeping all the crushed ice into the Bright Moon Lake with a splash.

Using the [Supreme ice flame] to kill his enemies, he had completely turned their body into ice. There was not the slightest trace of flesh or bone.

When the ice fell into the water, it quickly dissolved, becoming part of the Bright Moon Lake

On the shore of the lake.

Those Jianghu people who were cursing and shouting, had shut their mouths.

They understood best, just how terrifying the Poison King Lin Ziru was. There was a phrase that was said in the Jianghu; "Rather meet the King of Hell, than meet the King of Poison." The person they referred to was Lin Ziru. Even people whose cultivation was greater than Lin Ziru, would be tortured to death by his poison. If you met the King...