The previous academy competition still haunts Shen Ye to this day.
But today, everything will be settled with Shen Han's demise.
Shen Han advanced, using the Lonely Wind Snow-Treading Step to its limits to face off against Shen Ye's obstruction.
Like a fierce lonely wind, lightly touching the snow without leaving a trace.
Behind him, Shen Ye pursued relentlessly.
His mind still lingered on the talk about destiny.
Destined child, damn destined child, you must fall here today.
He, Shen Ye, was the one who bore the name of a prodigy. If destiny truly existed, it should be his.
As he pondered, his aura suddenly surged.
Using his body technique, exerting the full power of his Fifth Grade Half-Step Realm strength.
As Shi Yuezhu said, in combat, the strength of one's realm is the most important foundation.
"Cloud, fall."
A sharp voice echoed, and dense blocks of snow started to fall from the vast void.
