By the cold pool, sword qi pierced to the bone like icy needles.
Fang Gang's bald head remained utterly still beneath the grim sword pressure. The Great Sun Bright Lamp mark flowed with golden radiance, forcibly opening a scorching domain within the frozen air.
He stared at the cold figure in the center of the pool, condensed from pure sword qi—Shu Mountain Sword Spirit Yu Xuanji.
"Leave my head behind?"
Fang Gang bared his teeth in a grin. "You think you can?"
Yu Xuanji's indistinct face showed neither sorrow nor joy. Only those eyes, like ice that had endured for ten thousand years, locked onto Fang Gang's bald head. She offered no verbal reply. Her answer was the cry of a sword!
Clang—!
A piercing sword shriek sharp enough to tear eardrums apart! The water of the cold pool exploded!
Countless condensed sword qi streams, as solid as substance and filled with bone-chilling killing intent, tore through the air like a rain of pear blossoms and shot toward Fang Gang from every direction!
Every strand of sword qi targeted a vital point on his body with perfect precision. An invisible sharp will also sought to freeze his blood and qi and break apart his fist intent!
Before the sword rain even arrived, the soul-freezing chill sent Skinny Chen, standing behind him, plunging into an ice cave. His teeth chattered, and even his breath carried icy flecks.
Facing this unavoidable rain of swords, a savage glint erupted in Fang Gang's eyes!
"Roar!"
An inhuman roar exploded from the depths of his throat!
It was not a sound wave, but the roar of a primordial beast produced as the Eightfold Dragon Elephant Art was driven to its limit, his blood and qi surging wildly as his sinews and bones rang in unison!