The Mysterious City on the Icefield

Icefield Phantom City

The three Di expert warriors—

One wielded an enormous spiked mace, stirring up wind and thunder with every swing.

One had a hazy, drifting figure, the fingers of both hands glowing a deep ghostly blue.

The last held a giant curved blade, its red body wreathed in surging flames.

All three had Return-to-Truth-level cultivation and were likely the White Sheep Tribe's strongest experts.

"Southerner! Die!"

The mace-wielding brute roared, charging in amid overlapping sonic booms as he swung his massive weapon down at Zhang Sanxian's head.

Zhang Sanxian did not even look at him. He simply swung a fist upward behind his back.

Boom!!

Fist and mace collided. Airwaves churned, and explosions rang out in succession.

In the blink of an eye, the spiked mace forged from refined steel shattered inch by inch beneath the terrifying force of Zhang Sanxian's punch, as fragile as glass.

The burly man's right arm holding the mace exploded into a cloud of blood, and his entire body flew backward like a torn sack.

He sprayed blood all the way, smashing through and collapsing several felt tents before embedding himself heavily in the ground, his fate unknown.

At the same time, the Di expert who used poisonous claws appeared like a ghost at Zhang Sanxian's left side. His blue venomous claws shot straight for Zhang Sanxian's heart from behind, swift as lightning.

Yet Zhang Sanxian moved after him but arrived first, gripping the wrist of the incoming claw with a palm of incomparable precision before shoving hard.

Crack!

The poisonous-claw expert's wrist bones instantly shattered to powder.

Howling savagely through the agony, he swung his other poisoned claw and viciously raked it toward Zhang Sanxian's face.

Zhang Sanxian countered move for move, violently yanking the hand that held the man's broken wrist.