The cold wind cut like a blade across the frozen stone pillars before Shadow Moon Palace, producing sharp, piercing whistles.
With Ye Shuying's low-voiced "As you wish," the snow swirling through the sky seemed to freeze mid-flight, then in the next instant transformed into chilling sword intent capable of shredding divine souls.
"Su Ci, retreat quickly!" Su Mo's face changed drastically, his elegant yet twisted smile finally cracking before absolute power.
He shoved Su Ci aside, his fingertips instantly forming dozens of complex defensive seals. However, how could two juniors who had just returned to the sect possibly withstand the fury of a Tribulation Transcendence stage Sword Sovereign?
"BOOM—!"
