I Am Song Qingshu: I Get Xiong Ba’s Template from the Start

As everyone talked over one another, lightning suddenly flashed and thunder roared across the sky, as if the apocalypse had arrived. A gigantic ice-carved mask appeared overhead. The chill radiating from it instantly froze the surrounding air, and a thick layer of frost spread across the ground. When everyone saw the thousand-meter-tall ice mask in the sky and felt its overwhelming presence, their legs went weak. Everyone, whether out in the open or hiding in the shadows, sank involuntarily to their knees. At the same time, a voice rang out across heaven and earth. “Ha! Ha! Ha! The union of Wind and Cloud really is incredible. It was worth all the effort I put into bringing it about. Otherwise, how could the likes of you have used the mythic martial art, Maha Infinite?” The voice boomed like a great bell, brimming with unbridled arrogance and smug satisfaction. It made everyone’s eardrums ache. “Thank you for breaking my seal and freeing me from the rules, allowing me to become a god among men!” His voice was full of mockery, as if sneering at everyone’s ignorance and insignificance. “From now on, you’d better call me God!” His wild laughter echoed across heaven and earth, sending chills through everyone. Song Qingshu’s voice made everyone present cover their ears. Those with little strength bled from all seven orifices and collapsed, while even the strong could only just resist, their hearts filled with terror. Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao stared blankly at the ice mask in the sky. Then they heard the all-too-familiar voice of Song Qingshu! Zhou Zhiruo cried out, “Ah! Song Qingshu, you’re not dead? Why won’t you die?!” Her voice was full of despair and fury. She had thought the great battle was finally over, only for Song Qingshu to return in such a terrifying form.