The Might of Terra Academy

Bai Lingshuang had no way out.

The fiery beast had been struck by her several times; though its hide was thick and tough, the frost's erosion was seeping into its body bit by bit.

With every lunge, its speed slowed by a fraction compared to the last.

Bai Lingshuang keenly captured this, a surge of ruthlessness rising in her heart.

Hmph, if a standard sword strike cannot cleave through your hide, then I shall freeze you until you shatter.

She pushed her Mystic Ice Jade Body to its absolute limit.

The frigid energy within her surged out like a bursting levee, pouring along her meridians into the sword's edge, then spilling from the blade into the surrounding air.

With her as the center, the ground for several meters around began to frost over. Those flames that were still burning hissed as they were forced back by the cold, struggling for a moment before extinguishing.

A layer of fine white frost condensed upon Bai Lingshuang's brows and hair. That face, already cold and beautiful to the point of unreality, now held an even sharper, ice-sculpted chill.

Her pale skin appeared almost transparent against the backdrop of the frigid air, yet her red lips bloomed with an unnatural flush from the agitation of her True Essence, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

She took a deep breath, compressing nearly seventy percent of the Mystic Ice True Essence within her body into the blade.

The ice sword emitted a groan of unbearable strain, fine cracks appearing across its surface as if it might shatter at any moment.

Without hesitation, she thrust her sword out.

This strike lacked the whistling of a sword slash or the explosive force of a sword technique; there was only a thread-thin, faint ice-blue beam of