World's Strongest Martial Warrior

At that moment, the icy voice of the Northern Chill Saint Son filled the air.    

Since Catherine Waters had joined the Northern Chill Immortal Palace, the Northern Chill Saint Son had taken a keen interest in the new saintess.    

Within the walls of the Northern Chill Immortal Palace, it was the hope of the Northern Chill Immortal King and the elders that the Northern Chill Saint Son would marry Catherine Waters.    

After all, both were unparalleled prodigies, one in ten thousand. The Northern Chill Saint Son carried the Immortal King Bloodline, and Catherine Waters's lineage was equally remarkable.    

Should they unite and have children, their progeny's talents would likely eclipse that of their own master.    

This prospect was, without a doubt, a delightful one for the Northern Chill Immortal Palace.    

It was for this very reason that the Northern Chill Immortal Palace was so supportive of the match.    

The Northern Chill Saint Son had long since chosen Catherine Waters as his intended.    

Now, with this young upstart arriving at the Northern Chill Immortal Palace seeking Catherine Waters, it was clear there was an extraordinary bond between them. How could he possibly allow Peter Parker to meet with Catherine Waters?    

Peter Parker didn't spare the Northern Chill Saint Son a glance. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the Northern Chill Spring, "Elder Darknorth, considering you escorted me to the Sword Extinguishing Palace, I have no desire to antagonize the Northern Chill Immortal Palace. Please, have Catherine Waters come out to meet me."    

The Northern Chill Spring opened his mouth but ultimately remained silent.    

He was aware of Peter Parker's exceptional background and unrivaled talent. Yet, as an elder of the Northern Chill Immortal Palace, his allegiance lay with the Northern Chill Saint Son in this moment.    

Seeing that Peter Parker had blatantly disregarded him, the Northern Chill Saint Son's eyes flashed with a cold gleam of irritation. "Empty bravado. I'm eager to see how you plan to make an enemy of the Northern Chill Immortal Palace."    

No sooner had the Northern Chill Saint Son finished speaking than he stepped forward, his immense Great Luo Immortal Force surrounding Peter Parker from every direction.    

Peter Parker's gaze remained serene, seemingly indifferent to the Great Luo Immortal Force wielded by the Northern Chill Saint Son.    

With an air of confidence, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, shaking his head in contempt. "Is this the extent of the Northern Chill Saint Son's power? How underwhelming!"    

Though the Saint Son was a newly minted Great Luo Immortal Venerable with notable talent and combat prowess, he failed to impress Peter Parker.    

Even prior to assimilating the essence of the Heavenly Emperor and ascending to the Taiyi realm, Peter Parker was certain he could effortlessly overpower the Northern Frost Saint Son, and now more so than ever.    

"Courting death!" The Northern Chill Saint Son's aura intensified, growing more frigid with each of Peter Parker's dismissive remarks.    

At that moment, the chill in the air reached its zenith, and snow began to cascade from the heavens. In mere moments, the expanse above the Northern Chill Immortal Palace was transformed into a vast, snowy ocean.    

From a distance, the scene shimmered with a silvery sheen, both mesmerizing and bone-chilling.    

The Saint Son stood tall in the heavens, surrounded by a dance of snowflakes. These delicate crystals, while appearing gentle, were imbued with a fearsome destructive power that etched countless fissures into the fabric of the air.    

"Young fool, you lack the standing to wreak havoc in my Northern Chill Immortal Palace. Perish!" he declared.    

The snowflake emblem at the center of the Saint Son's brow glimmered as his icy tone filled the air. The swirling snowflakes coalesced into a three-foot ice sword.    

With a mere flick, the Northern Chill Saint Son sent the ice sword, brimming with a piercing coldness, hurtling towards Peter Parker.    

As the scion of the Northern Chill Immortal Palace, the Saint Son not only boasted remarkable talent and the lineage of an Immortal King, but he also had an exceptionally robust foundation. Though he had only recently breached the Great Luo Realm, his combat strength was leagues beyond that of a typical early-stage Great Luo expert.    

Even an ordinary Great Luo Immortal Venerable, if struck directly by this seemingly simple attack, would likely suffer grievous harm.    

Yet, Peter Parker's demeanor remained unperturbed as he nonchalantly waved his hand.    

"Bang!"    

An unseen force crushed the three-foot ice sword mid-flight, then continued unabated toward the Northern Chill Saint Son.    

With a muffled groan, the Saint Son staggered back over ten steps through the void before regaining his footing.    

Struggling to contain his turbulent energy, he stared at Peter Parker, eyes wide with disbelief.    

Except for the Northern Chill Spring, who had already recognized Peter Parker's prowess, the onlookers were in shock, struggling to process what they were seeing.    

The Northern Chill Saint Son, a prodigious talent of the Northern Chill Immortal Palace, had dominated his peers for centuries. Not yet a millennium old, he was the youngest to attain the rank of Great Luo Immortal Venerable within the Northern Chill Immortal Domain.    

No one could have anticipated this outcome.    

The enigmatic youth clad in black had seized a decisive advantage over the vaunted Holy Son of the Northern Chill!    

How could this be?    

When had such an extraordinary talent emerged in the Northern Frost Immortal Domain?    

"I told you before, you're too weak!" Peter Parker declared, hands clasped behind his back, looking down at the Northern Chill Saint Son with a cool, dismissive gaze.    

"Brat, your arrogance will be your downfall. I merely let my guard down. Now, witness my true capabilities!" The Northern Chill Saint Son bellowed, his rage palpable. Above the Beihan Immortal Palace, energies converged upon him, transforming the space into a fearsome ice-bound realm.    

This chilling domain expanded swiftly, threatening to entomb Peter Parker in its frozen grasp.    

"Merely a parlor trick," Peter Parker scoffed. He gestured, unleashing a barrage of sword energies that pierced through the icy world like a dazzling volley of arrows. The once-impenetrable realm shattered like glass.    

In the next instant...    

The icy expanse detonated with a resounding "Bang!"    

Caught off-guard, the Holy Son of the Northern Chill was hurled backward by the blast, his figure a blur in the maelstrom of the ensuing ice storm.    

"Holy Son!"    

The Northern Underworld Spring's expression shifted abruptly. He quickly stepped in to support the Northern Ocean Saint Son, helping him regain his balance.    

"How can this kid be so formidable?"    

The Northern Ocean Saint Son struggled to quell the tumultuous energy within him, his heart pounding with fear.    

As the Holy Son of the Northern Chill Immortal Palace, he was renowned for his unparalleled talent and extraordinary bloodline. Having mastered numerous legacies of the Northern Chill Immortal Palace, he had immense confidence in his abilities.    

For years, he had stood unrivaled among his peers at the Northern Chill Immortal Palace, with scarcely anyone to challenge his prowess.    

Yet, to his astonishment, he found himself easily bested by the mysterious young man in the black robe today.    

Who was this individual? A veritable monster!    

Beiming Quan inhaled deeply, fixing his gaze on Peter Parker, who stood across from him. With a grave tone, he declared, "Peter Parker, you've openly caused a disturbance in the Northern Ocean Immortal Palace and have injured me, the Northern Ocean Saint Son. Do you truly wish to make an enemy of the Northern Ocean Immortal Palace?"