The moment the words fell, the Fierce Tiger opened its blood-soaked maw and spewed a river of demonic energy toward the Longsword of frost pointed at its neck.
First form of the Immortal Art: Ten Thousand Demons' Salute!
"Enough of your tricks. Today, I'll see what you beasts are capable of!"
Looking at her Dao Palace, now completely shrouded in Demonic Energy, Leng Ningshuang lost her earlier composure. A flash of madness crossed her eyes.
The next moment, she slowly raised a hand. The enormous Frost Greatsword, once engulfed by Demonic Energy, became a skyful of sword shadows. Breaking free, they plunged toward every vital point on the Fierce Tiger's body.
"Come on, then!"
The White Crane Ancestor had clearly expected this. The dark-green vertical eye on its forehead flared with an eerie light.
It paid no heed to the sword rays striking at its vital points. Instead, it sent that eerie light sweeping toward Leng Ningshuang, who stood alone.
It had spent years painstakingly finding a way to wield this Outer Dao Palace left behind by the Tianyan Sect with a demon's body.
It had prepared it for the woman before it. Her Frost Dao Palace might be no weaker than this Outer Dao Palace passed down from the Tianyan Sect.
But a demon's body was tougher than a human's. If it came to trading life for life, so be it. It would wear her down to death.
"You beasts have calculated this rather carefully."
Seeing through the White Crane Ancestor's intentions, Leng Ningshuang slowly raised her other, empty hand. A Longsword completely encased in frost appeared in her grasp.
Without the slightest hesitation, she carried a skyful of frost into the eerie light shooting toward her.
In an instant, every trace of ice-aspected spiritual energy within thousands of