People in the Ice, Corpses in the Tower

Ning Xiaochuan immediately summoned the Demon Sword. A dim female demon phantom appeared behind him, and monstrous demonic qi surged from every pore. Gripping the blood-red blade in both hands, he slashed downward.

Boom!

The sword qi was like a Blood River, over a hundred meters long, and it split apart the golden claw mark.

Ning Xiaochuan stood with his sword held across his body, staring at the golden figure standing beyond the Extremely Frozen Cold Current layer. His bearing was high-spirited as he said coldly, "Saint Fish King, you think a mere claw mark can kill me? You really underestimate me!"

The Saint Fish King was one of the Thirty-Six Beast Kings. The power of a single claw was enough to capture and kill a great demon.

A large part of the reason Ning Xiaochuan had broken the Saint Fish King's claw mark so easily was that the two layers of cold current had canceled out most of the demon claw's power.

Of course, Ning Xiaochuan's current cultivation was indeed no longer what it had once been. Otherwise, even if the cold current layers had offset part of the demon claw's power, no ordinary great demon could have blocked it.

The Saint Fish King was slightly startled. It had not expected Ning Xiaochuan to have grown to such a degree that he could already block one of its claw strikes.

This was not a Thought Manifestation. It was an attack launched by its true body, one capable of slapping an ordinary great demon to death.

If Ning Xiaochuan were allowed to cultivate for a few more years, who knew how formidable he would become?

"Saint Fish King, he is merely a lowly human. Why get angry with him? Once we break through the two layers of cold current and