"Is this dude seriously going to end the Froststorm Vortex with just one punch?"
Evan Lin snorted coldly, anger flaring up inside him, eyes blazing: "What a total moron!"
"What do you take the Four Seasons Grand Array for, anyway!"
"This formation is the test every Lin Clan member has to pass before they can even leave the house. It might not be the craziest thing out there, but it's not something some so-called 'Master Lin from Seacrest' could ever shake or even wrap his head around!"
"Are you dumb or what? Your life isn't worth squat, but now I gotta clean up after your mess?"
"Are you insane?"
Evan Lin's qi was boiling, and his eyes suddenly lit up, shining like gems—sharp and dangerous.
Logan Lu, standing beside him, suddenly felt the cold air and pressure from the Froststorm Vortex completely vanish.
"Hey, don't go!"
Logan Lu, still in a daze, suddenly saw Evan Lin already stepping forward.
Beside him, the swirling qi—like boiling water—now released waves of terrifying pressure that made everyone shudder.
That pressure sliced through all the qi spilling out from the Froststorm Vortex, cutting it clean.
Evan Lin came here just to catch some drama, not planning to throw hands.
But the ice-and-snow vortex from the Winter Gate had already pushed him way past his patience limit.
He could put up with Master Lin from Seacrest flexing in front of everyone, didn't care if people started arguing about who's boss.
Because honestly, the outcome was never in doubt.
He was Evan Lin from the Upper-Grade Lin Clan—obviously the top dog.
Whenever there was drama, he just rolled his eyes and couldn't be bothered to argue.
But this time was different.
The ice-and-snow vortex in the Winter Gate was never supposed to get this huge. All because Master Lin from Seacrest, before it formed, dumped that river of qi straight into the Froststorm Vortex.