A bone-chilling aura surged from the blade, and Wu Chang's arm froze at a visible rate. The Crimson Flame around him was utterly powerless against the ice layer.
The Taihao Spirit Severing Blade had been forged with a piece of Ten Thousand Year Profound Jade. Its power was far beyond that of an ordinary Ice-Attribute Magic Treasure.
In less than two breaths, Wu Chang had turned into an ice sculpture, his body covered in a thick ice layer. Wang Changsheng could see the terror plastered across Wu Chang's face.
Had this been a Life-and-Death Duel, Wu Chang would already have been dead.
Murong Bo was dumbstruck. Just moments ago, the two had been evenly matched, yet the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. Wu Chang was now in imminent danger.
Li Ling'er's lovely face changed drastically, and she hurriedly shouted, "Stop, Fellow Daoist Wang! We admit defeat."
Her shoulders jerked, and eighteen red flying swords, each around two feet long, shot out and circled ceaselessly overhead. With her right hand, she took out a command flag gleaming with red light, looking ready to start a fight at the slightest disagreement.
Wu Chang's life was at stake at any moment. Li Ling'er did not dare let down her guard.
"Stop, Fellow Daoist Wang."
A dignified voice suddenly rang out. The three light barriers abruptly collapsed, and specks of red light lit up beside Wu Chang, revealing a slightly stooped gold-robed elder. He placed his hand on the ice layer, and pale golden flames gushed forth wildly, rapidly melting the ice.
Wang Changsheng had already put away the Taihao Spirit Severing Blade. He had never intended to kill Wu Chang.
A major reason he had won was that Wu Chang had underestimated him. Wu Chang had wanted to defeat