He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Where should he stay?

Feng Zhenghao put down his teacup.

"Hand it over to the Ten Elders." Wang Ai's tone was matter-of-fact. "The secret of the Qi Body Source Flow involves the entire landscape of the supernatural world, and it's not something your Tianxia Society can handle alone."

"Besides..." Wang Ai's gaze darkened, "I heard he's learned some dubious and evil magic?"

"If this kind of thing isn't controlled, it will cause big trouble sooner or later."

Feng Shayan clenched her fists even tighter.

Looking at the feigned concern on Wang Ai's old face, she felt a wave of nausea.

What about maintaining order in the world of supernatural beings?

What can be done to prevent evil magic from causing harm?

To put it bluntly, they just wanted to take Zhang Chulan as a piece of easy prey.

They snatched it from the World Society and kept it all by the Ten Elders family.

The secret of the Qi body's origin and flow is priceless.

That old fox, Wang Ai, was plotting just that.

"Old Wang."

Feng Zhenghao leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"Zhang Chulan is a guest of the World Society, and I have no say in whether a guest stays or leaves."

Wang Ai's goatee twitched.

"Feng Zhenghao, you are a businessman, you should know how to weigh the pros and cons."

His voice was a beat slow, like an old snake flicking its tongue.

"You're not willing to give face to the Ten Elders?"

Wang Bing sneered from the side.

"Feng Zhenghao, even if my grandfather puts in a good word for you, I won't listen."

"If you know what's good for you, hand over the person, or you won't have any peace on this floor today."

He raised his hand and waved.

Five burly men in black behind him simultaneously released their Qi, filling the air with a rotten, chilling smell.

Black mist rose from beneath their feet, swirling into five distorted humanoid silhouettes beneath the office ceiling.

They captured the spirits and dispatched the generals.

Five spiritual entities.

Each one exuded a Qi pressure far exceeding that of ordinary superhumans.

Wang Ai didn't speak, but tapped the ground with her cane again.

hum!

The five spirits rushed towards Feng Zhenghao's direction.

Feng Shayan took a step forward.

"Don't move."

Feng Zhenghao's voice stopped her.

Then, in front of everyone, he took off the jade thumb ring from his left hand and placed it on the table.

hum!

The office temperature dropped sharply.

The spirit was still one and a half meters away from Feng Zhenghao.

Feng Zhenghao's right arm was covered with a layer of ice.

The ice layer was not thick, but its color was a nearly transparent azure blue, with faint light flowing within it.

The marble floor beneath my feet was the first to react.

Centered on Feng Zhenghao's right foot, a circle of frost rapidly spread in all directions.

The legs of the mahogany table were frozen solid, and the Longjing tea in the teacup froze into an amber-colored ice block in a second.

The inside of the floor-to-ceiling windows was covered with frost flowers.

Water molecules in the air condensed into tiny ice crystals, which drifted down in the office like a mini snowstorm.

Wang Ai's expression changed.

He had lived for over eighty years and had seen all sorts of superpowers, but he had never seen anything like this before.

This is not Qi.

There was not a trace of Qi fluctuation on Feng Zhenghao's body.

That chill didn't travel through meridians or acupoints, nor did it follow any known system of supernatural powers.

Simply extreme low temperature.

The first spirit crashed into the area covered by frost.

Its movements slowed the moment it came into contact with the cold air, and its black, misty body began to crystallize from its edges.

Two seconds later, the entire spirit body was frozen into a semi-transparent ice sculpture, suspended motionless in mid-air.

The second and third bodies followed closely behind, and they were all frozen solid.

A spirit is a non-physical entity formed from Qi.

According to common knowledge in the world of supernatural beings that has existed for thousands of years, spirits are immune to physical attacks.

It can't be cut by a knife, nor can it be penetrated by a gun.

Only techniques based on Qi can harm them.

However, the Frozen Fruit is not included in this rule system.

It freezes the molecular motion itself.

Whether you are solid, liquid, gas, or Qi...

As long as you are made of particles, you cannot escape the punishment of absolute zero.

The fourth spirit was frozen.

The fifth spirit was frozen.

Five ice sculptures are neatly arranged in the center of the office, like exhibits in a museum.

Wang Bing's face changed from arrogant to horrified.

He raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and suddenly drew a rune in the air.

The runes lit up, and a black energy thread shot out from his fingertip, connecting with the nearest ice sculpture.

He wanted to use the technique of binding spirits and commanding generals to control the ice energy emitted by the ice fruit.

He thought it was the same as manipulating Qi.

Big mistakes.

The energy of the frozen fruit does not belong to the category of Qi at all.

The methods of summoning spirits and commanding generals are completely ineffective.

The moment the black thread struck the surface of the ice sculpture, the backlash of cold air rushed back through the connection.

"what!"

Wang Bing let out a scream.

His right arm began to freeze from his fingertips, and the ice layer spread along his fingers, palm, wrist and all the way to his elbow, turning his entire forearm into an icy blue.

He swung his arms backward, his feet slipping on the icy ground, and he almost fell.

"Grandpa! Help me!"

Wang Ai's cane slammed heavily on the ground.

A surge of deep black energy erupted from beneath his feet, forming a circular shield.

The shield blocked the spreading frost, but that was all it did.

Frost piled up on the shield's surface, layer upon layer, making a squeaking, squeaking sound.

Sweat beaded on Wang Ai's forehead.

His protective qi wall, condensed from sixty years of cultivation, could barely remain intact in the face of this unreasonable physical freezing.

"Feng Zhenghao!"

Wang Ai gritted her teeth, her voice already trembling.

"Where...where did you get this evil magic from?!"

Feng Zhenghao did not answer.

He raised his right hand, palm up.

An ice spear materialized above his palm.

Three meters long, entirely azure blue, with a spearhead so sharp it can refract a rainbow spectrum.

The ice spear hovered in mid-air, its tip aimed at Wang Ai's forehead.

The distance was less than two meters.

Wang Aineng could clearly feel the chill emanating from the spear tip, which was slowly stripping away the warmth from his body.

His lifelong cultivation of Qi was powerless before this cold noodle dish.

"Old Wang."

Feng Zhenghao's voice was very calm, so calm that it was chilling.

"I told you, Zhang Chulan is my guest."

"Your decision on whether the guests stay or leave is not up to you."

The ice spear moved forward another five centimeters.

A crack appeared in Wang Ai's shield.

Frost seeped into the crack, freezing his left foot to the floor.

I gradually lost sensation below my calves.

Fear finally overwhelmed the Ten Elders' dignity.

Wang Ai's knees bent.

He knelt down.

The cane slipped from his hand and struck the icy ground with a crisp sound.

You could hear a pin drop in the office.

Only Wang Bing's sobs and the creaking sound of the ice slowly growing could be heard alternately.

Feng Shayan stood behind her father, her mouth slightly open, her eyes filled with shock.

She watched her father navigate the business world from a young age, using money and shrewdness to resolve countless troubles.

But she rarely saw her father do anything himself.