"The wind whistles bleakly, the Yi River runs cold!" The sudden flash of icy light nearly illuminated the entire room, so dazzling that Li instinctively wanted to shield his eyes.
No sooner had the attack appeared than a green glow, no less brilliant than the icy flash, burst forth. Thick vines wove themselves into a massive green net in midair, tightly ensnaring the cold radiance.
"Hmph, so this is all The wind whistles bleakly, the Yi River runs cold amounts to. Shao Siming's wood-element Yin-Yang Technique has long reached the realm of making autumn orchids bloom from bare ground. The Mohists are all just overestimating themselves!" Da Siming snorted disdainfully.
Gao Jianli narrowed his icy eyes, a strange smile curling across his lips.
"It's too early to say that! Break!"
"How is this possible?!"
The icy radiance trapped within the green net suddenly gathered into a razor-sharp sword. The sword spun at high speed, shredding the green net apart in an instant.
The moment it broke through the green net, the sword aura split into several smaller strands, flying toward the three of them from different directions.
The change happened so quickly that even Da Siming, who had been watching closely, failed to react in time.
"Don't underestimate the Mohists."
Gao Jianli wore an expression of certain victory, as though he could already see the three people before him being severely wounded by this attack.
At that moment, an unexpected development arose.
"Get back!" Li pulled out the slender bamboo scroll he had prepared at his waist. With Little Li Flying Dagger in hand, no shot ever missed. The oncoming sword aura was instantly scattered.
Though the exchange had gone back and forth several times, it had all happened in the span of a single moment.
"Impressive, impressive. I never