At the critical moment, Third Young Master Yun threw out a Level 1 Grade 4 Ice Sword Talisman.
Talismans were precious. Even with his esteemed status, finding one was no easy task. In his eyes, this Ice Sword Talisman was a life-saving treasure, even more precious than his Eight Winds Sword.
The reason was simple: the Eight Winds Sword was immensely powerful, and even if it sustained damage, it could be nurtured back to health. But this Level 1 Grade 4 Ice Sword Talisman was a consumable. Once used, it could never be recovered.
The instant the Ice Sword Talisman was activated, its pure azure light erupted, instantly swallowing the light from the Swift Wind Talisman Xu Yi had thrown.
Xu Yi's body, which had just been propelled forward at breakneck speed by the talisman's power, abruptly stopped. The air rippled faintly like water, and mysterious rings of light appeared across the surrounding sky.
The next instant, the air grew oppressively still. Frost spread across the surrounding ten li, and the whole world was transformed, becoming a vast expanse of white.
Silently, thousands upon thousands of ice swords appeared in the air. They tore through the sky with ear-piercing sonic booms, hurtling toward Xu Yi from every direction. Each sword carried tremendous power, no weaker than a second-tier magical artifact.
Xu Yi was both shocked and furious. His greatest confidence in daring to face Third Young Master Yun—and even secretly plotting against him—had been the Swift Wind Talisman. With it, he could escape at any time if he couldn't win. But he had never expected the talisman he had just used to fail.
A flash of azure light, and the air abruptly tightened. The bone-chilling cold and the ranks of ice swords made it clear: Third Young Master Yun had