Prunella's face changed in an instant.

After a few sounds, the pickpocket brother seemed to accept the predetermined fate, his hazy eyes cleared for a moment, revealing a look of relief and relaxation, but then turned gray, and he closed his eyes quietly and fell.

"Although he is very pleasant to me as a plaything," Alum smiled and bowed slightly, "but since he has offended a noble sealer, he should pay for it with his life." ”

"As for this little thing...... alum casually glanced at the object in his hand—it was an inconspicuous silver ring, and then casually threw it down, and the glittering silver ring rolled weakly on the wooden floor twice, and landed in front of the prunella.

"It's a giveaway. ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone heard a soft 'boom'.

In the next moment, they saw the ancient books that were originally quietly suspended on the left palm of the summer grass, and the unfolded books kept turning the pages, faintly revealing the magic cards that were as bright as stars hidden in them.

Accompanied by a surging and condensed torrent of magical power, Xia Kucao raised her right hand and pointed at the alum in front of her, pursed her lips without saying a word, but everyone already felt a cold aura emanating from this young man.

Is that a cold killing intent that is like substance? No—it's not just that.

The two retreating guards closest to the summer withered grass bore the brunt, jumping up like rabbits with arrows, and without thinking about it, they pulled out the iron sword in their hands but were so frightened that they didn't dare to move, and the cold breath meandered forward, and the guards within the three lines of defense drew their weapons from their waists to try to protect their young master, and the latter smiled, as if he was savoring the pleasure of this provocation of others. He allowed the sealer in front of him to express his anger, but he was more expecting the sealer to bend over when he realized the reality and had no choice but to pick up the ring, so he decided that he must strike a very dashing pose later—he even had the lines figured out.

But his thoughts soon froze in his head.

Because everyone present saw that the killing intent that seemed to be like a substance was gradually turning into cold frost and clinging along the corridor, starting in front of the summer withered grass, the wooden corridor floor crackled, and in front of the frost line of magic turned into fragile porcelain, and the larger fragments were caught by the frost before they could fly far and shattered again until they shattered into dust.

The hoarfrost continued forward, the shattered wooden floor turning into white mist, as if an invisible beast was swooping down on the alum across the area in between.

The guards standing at the front howled angrily, brandished their long swords and threw themselves at the summer grass, but when they were close to the hoarfrost, the iron sword condensed and exploded, and these heroic guards immediately screamed and covered the blood flowers blooming on their bodies, and a few unlucky guys covered their eyes in pain, fell to the ground and twisted and rolled.

However, their screams were far less intense than the shock in the hearts of the rest of the audience, and everyone looked at the quaint books suspended on the left palm of Xia Kucao, and their brains went blank for a moment.

What kind of magic card is this? It's so powerful before it can be unsealed!

Then everyone thought of a term.

Five Rings, Seven Rings, Nine Strings - The Sound of Frost!

In a rage, Xia Kucao naturally didn't understand why he or the books in his hands contained such great power, he could only feel that his thoughts seemed to stay in the boundless darkness and gloomy coldness, and he did not pity the death of the pickpocket brother - after all, they were far from pleasant to get along with each other, but just like the inexplicable shit treatment before, he couldn't understand why this verbal exchange between the two at this moment, which could not even talk about fighting, could lead to the death of others.

Just to provoke yourself?

Alum's despicable and indifferent behavior completely crossed the last moral bottom line that he could accept, so he felt extremely disgusted and disgusted.

Xia Kucao felt disgusting, this is a kind of nausea that emerges from the deepest part of his heart, at this moment Xia Kucao deeply understands that there is indeed a feeling in this world that even the air is so dirty that it cannot be breathed because of the existence of some people, he looked at the blue-blooded nobleman in front of him who was dressed as the son of a marquis, and maybe he could follow the side of the lord when he became an adult, sensing the extreme dirt in the other party's bones, and the hypocritical smile on his face was gradually distorted into a scene of absurd abstract pictures.

Looking at these pictures, he had a strong urge to completely erase them in his heart, and this impulse reached a certain resonance with the book in his hand.

"Protect me!" the alum screamed, his little face turned pale, and he pulled the leader of the guards beside him, who was also ugly, in front of him.

This move undoubtedly exacerbated the evil feeling in Prunella's heart.

These guards were also extremely uncomfortable, but as soon as the order was given, they could only stubbornly charge again-

What awaits them is the plain and unremarkable stroke of prunella.

Shoulders and elbows moved, Prunella grass put its four fingers together and the thumb was slightly flexed, and it was drawn neatly.

In any way, this is the simplest vertical stroke, but the power it inspires is anything but simple.

The moment the palm fell, it seemed to stretch in the air, and the afterimage that stretched away gradually enriched in the scream of magic, and the long line of frost with white ice teeth reappeared, and every guard who rushed forward to block felt a deep chill.

The chill crept up the limbs until it reached the top of the head, then melted in an instant, forming a thick ice cap.

This is the seventh string of the frost song, one of the five songs of the continent - frost.

Can't move-

All the guards who rushed forward turned into ice sculptures and fixed in place, and with this palm alone, Bai Alum temporarily lost nearly half of his men.

Bai Alum didn't know if these guards who had been turned into ice sculptures had lost their lives, but he obviously knew very well that if he let himself fall into the hands of the other party, he would definitely be turned into ice chips instead of ice sculptures, and for the first time, the breath of death had come into contact with his noble self so directly, and at this moment he seemed to understand why those who were killed by his ruthless direct or indirect behavior were so weak.

Death alone is one of the deepest fears.

So he finally couldn't bear it, and finally understood that although the other party might be just a high-ranking sealer born in a civilian, and his status and identity were inferior to him, but death never cared about status and status but only on strength, and now, he was rudely provoking a monster whose strength was far greater than his.

"I am the son of the Marquis!the future lordial baron of the Codex Country!the blue-blooded nobleman!you can't kill me!"

Alum howled miserably, and he looked around in a hurry, only to see the ice sculptures all over the street and the tavern owner who was cowering in disbelief when he retreated into the distance.

- All his men have been reduced to ice sculptures.

Xia Kucao approached the white alum who was completely broken and half-kneeled on the ground, and looked at him like a dead dog who had been hungry for a long time and didn't even have a place to eat shit.

Then he raised his right hand again.