The astral winds blew bitterly, howling toward them with ice and snow in their grip.
A scholar draped in White Fur, a jade-boned fan in hand, rode a snowflake and drifted lightly onto the arena. He bowed to the stern-faced young man opposite him, who carried a jet-black war saber on his back.
"Zhang Junrui of the Severed Love Lineage! Senior Brother Fu, please instruct me!"
Clang!
The young man surnamed Fu said nothing. A brilliant light burst from his eyes, and the war saber on his back roared. As though possessed of a spirit, it leaped from its sheath and slashed through the air.
Violent, savage saber qi swept down.
Zhang Junrui's expression grew solemn. His jade-boned fan opened and closed in his palm, strange patterns rising from its surface to form a talisman that met the young man's swift, fierce slash.
Clang!
The ringing clash of metal reverberated between snowy ridges and cloud-wreathed peaks. After spreading some forty or fifty li, however, it struck an invisible barrier that confined the sounds of their battle within.
The True Disciple Tournament of the Four Lineages was being held at the foot of the Great Snow Mountains in the Jade Gate Circuit.
At this moment, Qingji, Black Ji, Bai Ji, Zhu Benzi, and the other great figures of the Four Lineages each occupied a different position. The light of their divine abilities spread faintly, filling the heavens and covering
the earth to form a barrier spanning dozens of li.
The Divine Ability Practitioners either stood atop snowy peaks or sat cross-legged in midair, looking down upon the duels between the finest disciples of the Four Lineages. Yet Zhu Benzi and the others wore rather strange expressions, their gazes toward the wind-and-snow-swept arena tinged with pity.
Rumble!
Glacial meltwater surged down from