Breaking the Formation with Snow

Watching the two figures in the wind, Wang Xian sighed.

He had never expected Moonbright Manor in Moonlight City to be so terrifying. A single elder had nearly become the stabilizing pillar of the imperial capital.

If he had not spent the past few years making a circuit through the heavens, then if he truly had to face the woman before him, he would probably have had no choice but to grab Hu Keke and run.

He had tried to persuade Hu Keke to let go of this world's grudges and go with him to the imperial capital of Jinling.

He had even planned to take that fellow and Feng Hao away from this world.

After all, compared to ascension, what did a dynasty amount to?

Yet he had never expected Satongtian to be so fierce as well.

He had actually blocked Feng Xiuyun's sword.

Thus, in the eyes of everyone present, the elder of Moonbright Manor had cleaved apart a snowy mountain.

And that still was not enough. He followed with another sword and obliterated a sea of flames before finally arriving in front of the old high priest.

The ancient sword in the old man's hand no longer possessed the power of a snowy mountain, and the sea of flames transformed from that sheet of yellow paper had vanished before him as well.

Even Feng Xiuyun smiled when she saw this.

Without the snowy mountain and sea of flames, what will you use to block this sword of mine in the wind? I can wield one sword, or ten thousand. It can be said that no one in Southern Border can stop the sword in my hand.

Even Satongtian had no choice but to retreat another step.

Jingjing quietly watched the snowflakes cleaved from the branches by Feng