Breakthrough

Xiang Yang's thoughts were also affected by a chill that froze the soul. As he recalled Sword Twenty-Three, Chu Canglan had already come crashing down wrapped in fierce, tyrannical sword qi, like a falling meteor, like a divine pillar collapsing.

The sword qi he had originally concealed and contained erupted in an even faster, fiercer, more violent manner. Within that sharp and majestic aura lay the overbearing tyranny to destroy all things.

Beneath this domineering sword qi were the people whose flesh, souls, and even the surrounding space had been frozen by Ice Soul Force.

Rong Xi and the others were horrified. They could not even bear to look directly at Xiang Yang, afraid they would see Yongzhou's most outstanding saber wielder reduced to bloody pulp beneath the sword qi, dying under Chu Canglan's sword.

Xiang Yang's heart pounded violently, thump, thump, thump, like dense war drums. His blood and qi surged through him like a rushing river, billowing like a great torrent as they battered the cold qi over his body. His hanging hands twitched slightly.

The next instant, a majestic saber radiance that shot straight into the heavens burst forth from around Xiang Yang. With a ringing saber cry and unceasing echoes, it shattered the grim chill that had originally blanketed the entire riverway.

The frozen river beneath their feet began to break apart. Ice beads hundreds of meters away melted away. The bone-chilling wind and snow filling the sky were swept clean, leaving only the dazzling sword qi as it charged downward with unstoppable momentum.

Xiang Yang's eyes grew ever brighter. His hair, eyebrows, eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and every pore across his body shot out tiny saber qi like grains of dust. His clothes instantly swelled and billowed.

Grain by grain became a tower, scraps of