"Scared now? It's too late!"
A smirk played on Wu Siyuan's lips.
He formed a technique with his hand, and an azure cold light shot from his waist like a viper striking from its den.
SLASH!
The sword light split, unleashing fierce Sword Qi.
The biting cold caused a thick layer of white frost to form on the ground.
"That's the Cyan Cloud Sect's standard-issue Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact, the Cold Chi Sword!"
Someone's face filled with terror as they recognized the power of the Cold Chi Sword.
In an instant, several heavily wounded Wang Family disciples on the ground were frozen into ice sculptures before shattering violently, their vitality extinguished.
The sharp Sword Qi of the Cold Chi Sword, unabated, shot straight for Wang Runsheng and the few remaining core elders behind him.
Just a few sword strikes left Wang Runsheng drenched in his own blood, his True Essence nearly depleted.
"The Young Master is mighty! The Wang Family will fall!"
"Brothers, kill—"
