The Xia Emperor was bewildered; he hadn't expected that shortly after arriving at the Northern Polar Icefield, someone would want to attack him.

"Is the person here the Palace Master of the Northern Plains Palace, Lin Liming?" he asked in a deep voice.

"That's right, it's me!" Lin Liming stood in front of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty's army, holding the Extreme Cold Tower, his expression as cold as ice.

"I am the Great Xia..." The Xia Emperor's words were cut off by Lin Liming.