Zhou Chang snapped out of his shock at Spirit Mountain Daoist's words.
No wonder Lin Chang'sheng was able to slay Meng Zheng—the guy's strength really is something else.
He absolutely couldn't afford to be careless. Otherwise, if he embarrassed himself in front of the Nine Great Sects, it wouldn't be his reputation alone on the line—it'd be all of Spirit Mountain's.
Shoo—
Zhou Chang waved his hand and summoned a long sword radiating a chilling aura.
This blade was called the Frost Sword, slender and glinting with icy light. Even before its sword qi erupted, just the cold gleam along the blade was enough to make its power clear—this was no ordinary sword.
This was a Middle Grade Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure.
"Let's see what you'll use to block this!"
Zhou Chang said coldly, then swung his sword, cutting loose waves of frosty sword qi, slashing straight at Lin Chang'sheng.
