Whoosh! Whoosh!
With one strike, Jin Xian knocked Yan Liewei back. He swung his sword again, and flakes of snow transformed into frigid blades and icy swords. Like the biting sword intent of deep winter, they shot straight at the other five.
"Ah, no!"
The five immediately showed terrified expressions. The strongest among them was only at the Manifestation Realm—how could they possibly withstand a Peak Ascension Realm expert? They turned to flee, but how could they escape Jin Xian's sword?
The dark-blue ice swords pierced directly into the five of them. They instantly froze stiff, not even given the chance to speak again before turning straight into ice statues.
Jin Xian stood proudly with his sword in hand, like a sturdy pine in winter. A terrifying aura rose from him, the cultivation pressure of the Peak Ascension Realm bearing down in every direction.
"Now it's your turn."
Jin Xian turned with his sword raised. An intent of wind and snow flowed from its tip, frost congealing all around as a chilling murderous aura suddenly rose.
Blazing Heart Palm.
Yan Liewei forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and struck out with his palm. Everywhere it passed, the frost-covered ground affected by Jin Xian's true qi melted away. The blazing palm imprint seemed capable of incinerating everything.
Yet Yan Liewei's eyes were filled with bitterness and retreat. Even he had never imagined that his son could casually offend a Peak Ascension Realm expert.
Jin Xian merely raised his sword and slashed down. A bone-piercing sword qi shot out for over a hundred meters. Wherever the Snowstorm Sword passed, everything froze, directly annihilating that flaming palm.
The next moment, Yan Liewei wrapped both hands in a pair of red iron implements. Flame light surged around him, breaking through the wind and