A Direct Assault

The young man hurriedly backed away in frustration. In just that brief clash, several disciples from his sect who had come with him had been lost.

"Go!" Seeing that they were no match for him, and that his own abilities were completely countered by Luo Yunji, the man made a split-second decision and led the remaining people in retreat.

How could Luo Yunji let the prey before his eyes escape so easily? When it came to speed, who could compare to the people of Big Bamboo Peak?

The man had just accelerated and shot upward when a black shadow blocked his path. Before he could even see who it was, an icy chill struck his chest, making him instantly sense the threat of death. He hurriedly held the magic treasure in his hand across his chest, only to be sent flying back the next moment.

When the man steadied himself and looked up, he saw that the fellow disciples who had come with him had all been pierced through by ice spikes, hanging in midair. The cluster of ice formed an arc, and the person standing at its center was actually a youth who had not yet come of age.

Qin Wuyan had never imagined there could be such a genius. He had always believed his own talent was extraordinary, but now, before Luo Yunji, he was nothing at all.

"Did I... say you could leave?" Luo Yunji slowly turned his head to look at the man. Cold mist coiled around his gradually raised hand, and beside him, ice needles visibly appeared one after another, all aimed straight at Qin Wuyan.

Qin Wuyan swallowed nonexistent saliva. Even in this place of extremely low temperature, beads of sweat actually seeped from his forehead.

"I don't know how my Myriad Poison Sect