Every punch of the Huang elder is enveloped by black smoke, the evil power of deathly silence leading vitality towards withering. Combined with the intense killing intent that chilled one to the bone, it further contributed to the decay of everything it touched.
However, the Huang elder now felt increasingly stifled as he fought. The girl, once engaged in combat, exhibited an incredibly eerie calmness; even as his iron fist nearly grazed her face, her expression remained unchanged, her longsword still agile in hand.
This sensation almost made the Huang elder think he was facing an eternal Snow Mountain.
What made it even harder for him to believe was that this girl, already at the Sixth Realm of cultivation, had vaguely touched the edge of the Law, with even a trace of it revealed in her sword technique.
