Xiang Yang's answer was clean and decisive, and his actions were absolutely free of hesitation. He struck the moment he said he would. A gigantic block of ice frozen by Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain was seized for his use, erupting with a force of ten thousand jun. Let alone flesh and blood, even a steel plate would have been smashed to pieces.
The massive ice block surged forward with an overwhelming momentum, carrying fierce winds as it shot through the air. In an instant, it crossed layer upon layer of distance and was about to crash down before Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain.
It was suddenly blocked by a protective Qi Wall, suspended in midair. An unending stream of soft, yin force penetrated the ice, and with a bang, it shattered into countless fragments that rained down.
"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Fine. Since you insist on seeking death, I'll grant your wish."
Wearing the fleshly body of his own son, Chu Canglan, Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain narrowed his brows, killing intent gleaming in his eyes. With a flick of his blood-red sleeve, it tore with a hiss into innumerable crimson butterfly shadows. Their gorgeous wings fluttered as they danced, and their killing intent turned to frost.
"Spreading wings, they flutter and sweep away loneliness; lightly fanning colored wings, they dance in autumn frost. What a move, turning clothes into butterflies. By this move alone, you truly surpass the Demon."
Seeing the move's beauty woven through with endless killing intent, Xiang Yang thrust the five fingers of his free left hand forward. Blade qi formed into an array and burst forth, accompanied by sharp whistles that tore through the air.
His five fingers contained the blade qi of the five elements—metal,