Shen Xiaohe's words were like thorns piercing Cold Moon's heart.
Cold Moon's eyes reddened as he let out a roar. "Frost Congealing Slash!"
At once, the frost greatsword wrapped in the dual powers of gods and devils came crashing down!
The massive sword descended, dragging clouds and stirring the air as it hurtled straight toward Shen Xiaohe!
Everyone's hearts tightened, because this power was simply too overwhelming.
Mo Wushuang's expression was complicated. He knew perfectly well that if he had been the one receiving this strike, he would have had no power to resist it; his physical body would have been destroyed on the spot!
Yet Shen Xiaohe still looked calm and unruffled, as though she had not taken this strike seriously at all.
In that instant, Frost Congealing Slash had already reached a point thirty feet above Shen Xiaohe's head!
And it was at that very moment that Shen Xiaohe moved!
She raised her right hand, and a huge flaming palm condensed in midair. Following the motion of her lifted hand, it met the greatsword head-on!
Everyone was startled. They had never expected that, faced with Cold Moon's ferocious strike, Shen Xiaohe would not only refrain from using a divine skill, but would simply form a giant hand to block it!
"Is she courting death?"
"How outrageously arrogant!"
A flash of secret delight appeared on Cold Moon's pale face, drained by the backlash from the demon servant!
"She's actually this arrogant!"
He knew the power of his strike all too well!
He believed that this sword, unleashed by combining the powers of gods and devils, could not have been easily received even by Jing Xingyuan, who had once stood first on the Earth Ranking.
It was precisely because he possessed such confidence that he looked down from the bottom