The moment the newcomer appeared, it felt as though a cold current blew through the void. Gale winds carrying ice crystals actually managed to break through human protective true baleful intent, stinging slightly upon impact. Filled with curiosity, Yu Ci looked toward the newcomer, yet his line of sight was blocked by the other's unruly, tightly-curled long hair. At the same time, he noticed that the newcomer was also gripping some unlucky fellow under his ribs, all four limbs hanging limply, unconscious and on the brink of death.
Before he had even figured out what was going on, he heard a long-drawn inhalation. That breath was truly world-shaking; the airflow almost formed a visible vortex, and the high-altitude air grew increasingly thin, yet that person's abdomen only bulged slightly. Then came a ten times more forceful exhalation and shout:
"Ha!"
"Great Desolate Avalanche!"
The Tu family brothers' shouts instantly evaporated amidst the sounds of air blasts. A snowy white color swallowed everything in an instant. That was not light, it was sword qi, but it was more intense than light. At this moment, Yu Ci felt as though he were watching a ten-thousand-fathom-high mountain shake, its snowy peak collapse, and hundreds of millions of catties of ice and snow pour downward, flattening everything!
The surging wave of air almost blew him away. If the newcomer had truly intended this, Yu Ci certainly wouldn't have been able to endure it. Yet the other was already at an unfathomable realm in his sword-piloting standard; such a violent shock could still have its situation controlled, bypassing their own people, but the roaring sound of that humming sword qi ringing by his ear was enough to shake one's soul.
The explosive impact did not last long; it came fast and went just as fast.