Northern Darkness Divine Sword

At the center of the temple, Duan Canghai and Gongsun Xiaodie clung tightly to each other, their eyes fixed vigilantly and murderously on a smiling, rotund man holding iron balls not far away.

Behind the fat man stood two men and a woman: the Li Family Eldest Brother, Second Brother, and younger sister. Flames burned in every one of their eyes, and they radiated the ferocity of tigers.

Duan Canghai's face was pale and bluish. Blood vessels bulged on his left hand, while specks of frost clung to his outer robe. Four fingers were curled, but his little finger stood straight as a sword. Under the surging force of his inner power and sword qi, the frost melted into droplets that trickled down, while wisps of white smoke rose from above his head.

The depth of his inner cultivation was truly astonishing. The technique he was now using to force out the chill should have been the Shaoze Sword Technique from the Six Meridian Divine Sword, its transformations exquisite and subtle.

The prayer beads in the monk's hand had turned into white powder and scattered across the floor. His two red palms were held behind his back, trembling without stop. From each wrist, a crimson line of light spread upward along his entire arm.

Opposite the monk, Young Master Su glared with rat-like eyes, his face flushed red and his breathing ragged and uneven. The two young women beside him pressed against his palms from either side, channeling qi into him.

The Daoist's whisk had snapped apart, apparently struck by something as heavy as an iron hammer. At his side stood three men of similar appearance and identical auras—the Wang Family Brothers.

The two servants trembled as they were surrounded by three of the Five Tigers of the Li Family