The clash between two peerless geniuses was on the verge of erupting. Outside the martial arena, everything fell silent, and thousands of eyes were fixed on the two figures within.
This battle drew even more attention than the one between Yu TianDi and Lu Qing.
He Jia struck first. A blue cloud of frost wrapped around him, shattering the ice beneath his feet. Dozens of ice swords as thin as cow hairs flew from his palm.
These were not small swords condensed from Profound Qi, but swords formed from the True Yin Qi within He Jia's body. They were more than ten times stronger than ordinary Profound Qi Swords.
Whoosh!
The dozens of ice swords were each no larger than embroidery needles! Ning Xiaochuan stretched out a hand, gathering a sphere of lightning in his palm. It released thirty-six bolts of lightning with crackling peals, pinning all the ice swords in midair.
Break!
Ning Xiaochuan spoke a single word, and the dozens of ice swords instantly shattered into wisps of cold air.
A figure flashed before Ning Xiaochuan. A palm print carrying icy air had already reached his forehead, its bone-chilling cold seemingly capable of freezing even a person's soul.
The dozens of ice swords had merely been He Jia's feint. His true killing move was only now being unleashed.
He Jia's fourth divine ability was the Heavenly Shuttle Flowing Cloud Step. His speed was incredibly fast, his body like a phantom, and the palm prints he struck seemed to cast twelve shadows, making them impossible to guard against.
Ning Xiaochuan drew in a sharp breath and abruptly retreated. Lightning wrapped around his legs, and his speed was not much slower than He Jia's Heavenly Shuttle Flowing Cloud Step.
He Jia's palm strike missed. His body transformed into a heavenly