Above the Ice Split Canyon.
Even after that column of sword qi soaring into the sky vanished, Jiang Yiyu and the Ice Soul Snow Wolf King were both still shaken.
Though they hadn't been affected directly,
just sensing that trace of sword qi felt as if their bodies were being torn apart, their souls shredded to pieces—there was simply no way to resist.
Jiang Yiyu glanced at Lu Chang'sheng, who was still lying back with his eyes closed, faking a nap on that bamboo chair. "What exactly happened down there? What made you launch such an attack?"
The Ice Soul Snow Wolf King asked curiously, "To make Senior bring forth so mighty a strike, there must be something incredible down below, right?"
No wonder those mutated beasts kept charging one after another into the Ice Split Canyon and never came back.
If even Lu Chang'sheng had to use such a powerful move, those beasts from the Eighth Glacier must be lining up just to get slaughtered, huh?
