Ancient Immortals Return

The battle between Han Shan and Liu Ruo instantly pushed the tense atmosphere in Sunset Valley to its peak.

The two figures crossed paths, like two streams of light colliding fiercely in midair.

Every clash was accompanied by the roar of exploding spiritual power, making the surrounding space tremble slightly.

Liu Ruo's ice sword became even sharper in the cold wind.

Every strike carried bone-piercing chill, as if it could freeze everything.

Yet Han Shan met him with an even more violent stance.

His palm technique was incomparably fierce, each palm containing the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

It collided with Liu Ruo's ice sword, producing dazzling light and ear-piercing metallic clangs.

"Heavenly Wolf Howl to the Moon!"

Han Shan suddenly let out a furious roar.

The spiritual power around him boiled, transforming into a massive ice-blue wolf phantom.

Amid a deafening wolf howl, he struck out with his palm like the descent of the Wolf King.

Even the air was torn apart by that palm strike as it blasted toward Liu Ruo with world-destroying force.

Liu Ruo's expression turned grave. He knew full well how powerful this palm was.

But there was nowhere left to retreat. He could only resist with all his strength. Gripping the ice sword tightly with both hands, he aimed its sword tip at Han Shan's palm.

All the spiritual power in his body gathered at the sword tip, forming a slender ice-blue sword radiance.

He intended to break through the surface with a single point and withstand this terrifying blow.

"Ten Thousand Miles of Ice Seal!"

Liu Ruo roared as well.

The sword radiance and palm wind clashed fiercely in the air.

For a moment, the entire battlefield was shrouded in icy air, ice crystals scattering everywhere, as though even time had