Heaven-Piercing Peak.
Cold swept around the arena.
The Ice Sword in Qi Hao's hand pointed diagonally at the ground.
The bluestone tiles beneath his feet quickly frosted over.
The bone-chilling aura made the watching disciples retreat in a hurry.
He was Dragon Head Peak's eldest disciple, and the favorite to win the tournament.
Even though Song Daren was Great Bamboo Peak's eldest disciple,
Qi Hao still regarded him with a hint of condescension.
"Junior Brother Song, please."
Qi Hao's lips twitched as he spoke, each word seeming to carry shards of ice.
Song Daren didn't answer.
The broad sword on his back—Ten Tiger—was giving off a low hum, like a savage beast provoked into anger.
A year ago,
Ye Xuan had helped him reforge Ten Tiger.
The blade was broad and heavy, its surface a deep red.
It lacked the usual spirit of an immortal sword, but radiated an oppressive weight, as if it could tip the scales of heaven and earth.
Song Daren stepped forward. With every step, the ground trembled with a dull thud.
The frost that covered the bluestone tiles under Qi Hao's chill cracked with a crisp sound as Song Daren advanced.
"Heh..."
"Senior Brother, go get him!"
Du Bishu shouted from below, spinning the dice-shaped magic treasure in his hand at a dizzying speed.
Ye Xuan stood at the front of the crowd, his gaze passing over Qi Hao's Ice Sword.
He wondered what amusing expression Qi Hao would make when he realized the Ice Sword's freezing power had no effect on Ten Tiger.
After all, Ye Xuan had infused the essence of myriad flames into Ten Tiger's sword core.
He had chanced upon that precious material while adventuring on Tianyuan Mountain. It was the bane of all the world's frigid forces.
On the arena,