Pa——
A pale blue shadow of a whip struck the stone floor of the training ground, and in an instant, the dust accumulated on the ground was swept into the air. The freezing air turned the suspended dust into frost sand, which then fell like hail, making a crisp sound.
Lyon tiptoed across the cold-infused training ground, stunned as he looked at the terrifying crack on the ground.
A black crevice, more than ten meters long, half a meter deep, surrounded by icy frost marks.
Lyon could hardly believe his eyes. The training ground's floor was made of special stone, and during his time training at Fangling Hall, no matter how hard he tried, he never left a single mark on the floor. Yet just now, Xiliu merely flicked the whip casually, achieving such an effect without even appearing to exert force.
"If it hit me, I'd probably be split in half instantly." Lyon shivered involuntarily, unsure if it was from the cold or a chill in his heart.
