The bearded man shouted, "He was hit by my Mystic Ice Technique. As long as we keep him from treating his wounds in time, he'll be frozen stiff before long."
Everyone had seen it with their own eyes. Their spirits lifted, and their fear of Yan Chihuo immediately turned to hatred. They charged after him, full of energy. Only Hu Yibo's brow remained tightly furrowed. But he knew no one would listen to him now, no matter what he said, so he could only be extra cautious.
Although Yan Chihuo had been hit by the Mystic Ice Technique, his speed hadn't slowed by much. The bearded man quickened his pace, and before long he had closed to within ten zhang of Yan Chihuo. Just as he was about to cast a spell, he heard Hu Yibo shout, "Senior Brother Gu, watch out!"
Yan Chihuo suddenly turned and slashed downward with his sword in midair. Before the blade even reached him, an immense pressure made the bearded man struggle to breathe. It was Sword Momentum! The bearded man's heart jolted.
But as one of the most outstanding disciples of the Mysterious Yin Valley, he wasn't incapable of resisting the might of Sword Momentum. He held his ice blade crosswise and blocked the strike. When the sword and blade collided, his body swayed. Wasn't this man injured and hit by my Mystic Ice Technique? How could he still be so formidable?
Before he could finish the thought, Yan Chihuo struck out with another palm, a stream of black qi shooting from it. The bearded man formed a hand seal and swung his ice blade. A block of ice appeared before him.
The black qi touched the ice, and it vanished in an instant, like snow beneath boiling water. The qi continued to