"Want to kill me? Such audacity!"
From within the pavilion halfway up the mountain came Ying Zheng's deep, forceful voice. A clear moon slowly rose, and terrifying cold swept out in all directions, swiftly turning the entire garden into a vast expanse of white snow. A thin sheet of watery cloud condensed from frigid air rose into the sky, blocking the countless hailstones falling from above.
The forbidden spell Ya Feizha had unleashed before his death was immensely powerful. Although his soul had already been seized by Alda, the spell's lingering force continued. Those hailstones possessed devastating power, yet before this thin watery cloud, as delicate as a cicada's wing, the hail capable of utterly destroying all of Peaceful People City could not shake it in the slightest.
Master Miaowen, charging at the forefront, let out a long chant. His right hand abruptly took the shape of a tiger claw and smashed fiercely at a crystal-like ice wall that had appeared out of nowhere before him. That wall had clearly not existed a moment ago, yet when Master Miaowen had rushed to within less than a hundred meters of the pavilion, this ice wall, equally thin enough to break one's heart, had suddenly condensed into being.
With a thunderous clang, Master Miaowen's tiger claw pierced the ice wall. Countless shards of ice sprayed in every direction. The sound of the wall shattering was like hundreds of thousands of jade bottles breaking at once; the piercing, shrill blast bored straight into their minds, making golden stars dance before their eyes.
Yet just as Master Miaowen's tiger claw punched through the ice wall, another wall formed before him. His claw strike had already spent its force; like an arrow at the end of its flight, it no longer held the slightest strength.