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Chapter 1552 - 88: Wang Family Rolls Up the Immortal Dynasty! A Great Wind Rises (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

Chapter 1552: Chapter 88: Wang Family Rolls Up the Immortal Dynasty! A Great Wind Rises (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

Just as these people were murmuring amongst themselves.

Suddenly.

A cold wind, laced with snowflakes, abruptly howled across the plaza before the Ascending Immortal Gate.

Within the icy gale, a light as crystalline as ice and snow flew swiftly from the distant sky.

In just a blink, that light had already reached the peak of Saint Emperor Peak.

Within the dazzlingly translucent radiance, a massive Ice-Snow Giant Kite flew up, its wings beating powerfully.

Its pure white feathers seemed as though sculpted from ice and snow, emanating a prismatic glow under the sunlight.

Upon the back of the Ice-Snow Giant Kite, a slender figure stood against the wind.

He was dressed in pure white robes as pristine as snow, with long hair that bore a faint azure hue, flying freely in the wind—so dashing and unrestrained.

The sparkling Ice Soul-colored light illuminated his face, highlighting his sharp nose and chiseled profile that were practically flawless.

"Senior Brother Huai Bing! It’s Senior Brother Huai Bing who has returned!"

Upon seeing the man, the disciples of Immortal Palace by the arena instantly erupted into commotion.

"You’re the one called Zhang Huaibing?" Upon the stage, Wang Ying Xuan narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of wariness flashing through them.

Meanwhile, Wang Li, who was devouring a chunk of meat, also turned her gaze toward Zhang Huaibing.

This name had been ringing in their ears to the point of exhaustion.

The reason was simple: the disciples of Immortal Palace couldn’t beat them themselves, so they naturally pinned their hopes on someone else. And Zhang Huaibing was the name mentioned the most—so incessantly, in fact, that even though they had never seen him, his name resounded like thunder in their ears.

"That would be me." Zhang Huaibing tapped his foot, gracefully descending from the back of the Ice-Snow Giant Kite, and with an elegant gesture, saluted the two women, "Fair Immortals, Huai Bing greets you."

"Well, you look decent enough." Wang Ying Xuan sneered, "But who knows how your actual strength measures up."

"Decent enough?"

Zhang Huaibing was speechless.

He was one of Immortal Palace’s most outstanding disciples of this generation. Although the Extreme Ice Codex hadn’t reached its inheritance period yet and the competition for Saint of the codex hadn’t officially started, he, as an Unparalleled Heavenly Child, was already the predetermined choice for Saint.

His future wasn’t just solidified as the Mid Transcendent Void Realm; he even had hopes of advancing to the Advanced Stage. Within the young disciples of Immortal Palace, he commanded immense prestige—so much so that even Void Realm experts would warmly address him as "Huai Bing" upon meeting him.

Even the Immortal Supreme had once praised him, saying, "This young man is remarkable."

"You must be Immortal Yuxuan, then? I heard of your renowned name even while I was en route," Zhang Huaibing suppressed his dissatisfaction and extended a challenge, "Care for a sparring match?"

"Our Beautiful Girls Mutual Aid Alliance only accepts beautiful girls. If you’re willing to chop it off and wear women’s clothes, I can reluctantly agree to your challenge," Wang Ying Xuan said regretfully.

"You..."

Zhang Huaibing almost coughed up blood.

He wanted so badly to curse her out, but mindful of his identity as an Unparalleled Heavenly Child, he had to endure it. Instead, he turned to Wang Li and said, "Then Huai Bing can only request guidance from Immortal Lici."

Wang Li, munching on a charcoal-grilled Phoenix Wing, pointed toward the nearby banner and said, "We have rules for challenges here. Read them yourself."

Due to the overwhelming number of challengers, if any random person could step up, she would be busy to death. This guy named something-or-other Huai something was no exception. If he wanted to challenge her, he’d have to follow the rules.

Looking at the challenge guidelines, Zhang Huaibing immediately felt a sense of existential crisis.

It was said that these two "Immortals" hailed from the same family. Who knew what sort of bizarre family it was to have raised two such eccentrics...

"Here are one hundred pounds of Level Eleven Deep-Sea Giant Octopus King tentacle meat." Zhang Huaibing waved his hand, and a pile of food material appeared out of thin air.

He said calmly and confidently, "Does this meet the challenge qualification?"

"Level Eleven? And it’s the tentacles of a Deep-Sea Octopus most suited for grilling?" Wang Li’s eyes lit up, and she was practically drooling.

If she brushed on some of her secret sauce and grilled this, it could tantalize even True Immortals to tears!

"It’s good, it’s good. Not only do you qualify, but you also get to cut in line." Wang Li licked her lips; her cute and mischievous face radiated eagerness. "Brother Huai Bing, hurry up and get started. Let’s make this quick and clean."

"Indeed, quick and clean it shall be," Zhang Huaibing agreed without complaint, his face proudly smiling. "Wouldn’t want you to think our Sacred Land’s younger generation is made of clay."

With that, his figure flashed as he landed opposite Wang Li.

At the same time, a folding fan appeared in his hand. With a wave of the fan, a storm whipped up, carrying countless shards of ice toward Wang Li.

"Good move."

Wang Li stomped her foot.

"Boom!"

The solid flooring at the Ascending Immortal Gate instantly cracked into a giant pit.

Using the momentum, she threw a punch, her entire body rocketing toward Zhang Huaibing like a human missile.

After years of wandering and countless battles, Wang Li had mastered one principle: "Overcome skill with power."

No matter how fancy someone’s moves were, brute force would settle the matter.

Not good!

Feeling the terrifying intensity behind her punch, Zhang Huaibing inwardly panicked, hurriedly retracting his technique. The countless shards of ice swirled back, layering themselves into a shield of Mysterious Ice over a yard thick.

"Bang!"

Wang Li’s punch struck the Mysterious Ice shield.

In an instant, the ice shattered into pieces, sending shockwaves that knocked Zhang Huaibing flying. Inside, his energy surged turbulently.

What kind of Bloodline does this Wang Li have? How could her strength be so monstrous?