Yuan Zhen Arrives, Nascent Souls Bow Their Heads (7K)

The grievous injury that had nearly snapped her Natal Flying Sword made Ice Cloud Venerable's Spiritual Sense feel an agony she had not experienced in over a hundred years.

And that long-lost pain also made the survival instinct she had honed through all her cultivation erupt completely! A round orb, lustrous white as jade, appeared in her palm, then in the next instant burst with a dazzling, crystalline cold radiance.

Sensing the formidable power of this Ice Thunder, Chen Mobai, whose Primordial True Qi had been exhausted, could only fling out a Spirit Leaf Talisman given to him by Zhou Shengqing.

At the same time, he drove the Purple Lightning Sword, which had unleashed its full strength, to continue slashing down rapidly, to see whether he could seize this chance and cut down Ice Cloud Venerable, this Nascent Soul of the Eastern Lands, in the Desolate Ruins.

But a snowflake abruptly appeared in midair and blocked the Purple Lightning Sword.

The snowflake was cold white in color, flickering with pure frostlight, as if it possessed the power to freeze the void. The Purple Lightning Sword, which had originally been unstoppable, was abruptly congealed right before Ice Cloud Venerable's neck.

Afterward, the power of the Ice Thunder erupted to its limit, yet it made no sound at all. Like a silent, noiseless cold tide, it spread in every direction and forced back Zhou Shengqing, who had wanted to surround and attack her.

The Spirit Leaf Talisman before Chen Mobai kept dimming under the impact of the cold tide, and it looked as if it was about to shatter and vanish completely.

A golden wild tempest flew down, protecting Chen Mobai's External Incarnation within it.

"Many thanks for lending a hand, senior brother."

If this External Incarnation was lost, Chen Mobai estimated