Shedding the Mortal Coil and Reborn

Snow Fairy's body drifted aside, slanting away from the attack. With a flick of her finger, her flying sword slashed straight at him. The barefoot brute raised his short staff horizontally, only to block empty air, as the flying sword came stabbing at him again from behind.

The barefoot brute flipped over to evade the strike and said, "Phantom Flying Sword—you're from the Tianyang Kingdom's imperial family."

Snow Fairy did not answer at all. The Phantom Flying Sword danced through the air, and within several miles, the world instantly changed. Flying blossoms and falling leaves filled every corner. They looked exquisitely beautiful, but Yan Chihuo knew that if the barefoot brute were struck even once, his blood essence, lifespan, and soul would all suffer damage. This was the wood-attribute Minor Divine Ability, Withered Leaves and Fallen Flowers. Meanwhile, the Phantom Flying Sword concealed itself amid those flying blossoms and falling leaves, appearing and vanishing faintly as it waited to deal its opponent a fatal blow at any moment.

The barefoot brute put away his contempt. He knew that although this woman's cultivation was inferior to his, her swordsmanship was formidable. He raised his short staff into the air, where streaks of lightning sprang into being—the lightning-attribute Minor Divine Ability, Thunder Strikes Eight Directions.

Yan Chihuo had assumed Snow Fairy would withdraw after fighting for a while. Who would have thought that she seemed to have become addicted to battle? Not only did she refuse to retreat, she pressed the attack with every move, as though she would not rest until she had slain him.

Upon reaching the Tribulation Stage, no cultivator's cultivation method was ordinary. With even a slightly inferior method, it was basically impossible to advance to the Tribulation Stage. In truth, with every rise in cultivation realm, the