“Let me try.”

Zhou Guhan, who had already calmed down, activated the powerful yuan qi surging within his body.

He had entered White Deer Academy for four years. In the previous three years, he did not have any exceptional performance. But in the fourth year, he rose abruptly, and rapidly became a leader that directed the entire Poor Society. The power of this person also gradually began to be exhibited; with his four Spirit spring cultivation, he could be counted as a powerful expert amongst the students.

Everyone saw that he intended to compete. Everyone's gaze focused on him.

A shred of invisible qi began encircling around Zhou Guhan, shimmering outwards.

Xiu!

His figure disappeared, turning into a bolt of lighting that headed towards the seven star icy thrones.

But---

Boom!

On the surface of the lake, the silver-coloured frost aura expanded. Countless frost light spread about, like a silver-coloured chrysanthemum blooming instantly. Zhou Guhan's seemingly powerful figure was like an ant heading towards a surging tide in front of such a cold qi. He was completely insignificant.

"Che!"

A spurt of blood containing cold qi jetted out from Zhou Guhan's mouth. Before the blood fell to the ground, it turned...