"Hiss~"
All the Sword Cultivators present sucked in a cold breath.
Especially Gou Dizhen and the others. When they saw Jiang Lin within the sword array, it was as if ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping through their hearts.
As the number-one sect of the Extremely Cold Continent, the Cold Snow Sect had no mediocre disciples—not even among its Outer Disciples. Its Inner Disciples were already considered geniuses, while its Direct Disciples were prodigies renowned throughout the Vast and Righteous World.
They had extremely strong confidence in their own Dao, to the point of bordering on stubbornness.
This was hardly strange. If a person was vague and uncertain about their own Great Dao, how could they hold fast to their Dao heart? How could they walk out their own Great Dao?
But now, their conviction in their own Great Dao had begun to waver!
They were Sword Cultivators just like Jiang Lin. They likewise believed in the swords in their hands, and believed that those swords would eventually cleave open the heavens. No matter what kind of genius they faced, they had never been the least bit afraid.
Gou Dizhen and the others thought that even if Jiang Lin had completely overpowered them earlier, so what? They had not yet gone all out or unleashed all their sword qi!
Thus, they admitted that there might perhaps be "a tiny little" gap between them and Jiang Lin, but that gap was not the difference between heaven and earth. It was not something that could not be made up.
But now...
This gap...
Was no longer a tiny little one.
At the foot of Luo River Snow Peak, the sword qi coiling around Jiang Lin dissolved the attacks of the White Maiden Sword Array time and time again. It was as if