Sword Marks, Dao Scriptures, Runes

In an instant, a sky full of Profound Ice Swords silently descended...

In the Fifth Elder's eyes, two entirely different auras appeared in the void.

By rights, water and fire opposed each other; it all came down to whose Dao arts were superior.

Yet Wang Xian used the blossoms and falling leaves filling the sky to weave a world of profound ice in the void.

Just like the instant he left the Divine River and Dragonbreak Mountain, suddenly returning to the shore of Moonlight Lake.

With a snap of his fingers, he had turned A Lang, the assassin from the Azure Robe Tower in the Barbarian Imperial City, into a block of ten-thousand-year-old profound ice and sunk him to the bottom of Moonlight Lake.

Even so, the Fifth Elder still did not back down.

He continued to stare coldly at Wang Xian in the void, trapped in the countless worlds Wang Xian had woven, unable to escape.

Before the Fifth Elder could speak, the Enforcement Elder brushed the dust from his sleeve.

And so the blossoms and falling leaves in the void drifted away to who knew where.

The two had each made a move in that sudden exchange, yet the result was an even match.

Wang Xian was quite satisfied, because the Sword Qi that had been coming for him had vanished.

The Enforcement Elder, however, was furious. At his current level, he was second to none—not just in the Demon Realm, but even across the Four Great Continents.

He had never expected to end up evenly matched with the youth before him.

To him, it was a tremendous humiliation.

So he sighed and barked coldly, "Your tricks are ultimately demonic arts. What can they do to me?"

Wang Xian waved his hand. Petals fell from the void, tearing