Han Qianxue had reached Soul Sage in her twenties. She was no ordinary fighter, and her pride was every bit as fierce as Mu Feng's. She refused to believe a Soul Emperor could defeat her, especially in the head-on combat she excelled at.
Han Qianxue swung her Ice Claw, firing an icy blue beam from her palm. This was the Single-Target Control Skill she prided herself on. Anyone it struck would find both the circulation and output of their Soul Power severely suppressed.
Han Qianxue sneered as she attacked. Her Ice Soul Flood Dragon Martial Soul was not merely ice-attributed. It had undergone a Martial Soul Mutation and developed the beginnings of Ultimate Ice. But her body could not withstand an Ultimate Attribute, which was why she needed the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass.
Mu Feng neither dodged nor retreated from the oncoming beam. The instant his gilded sword tip met it, white mist billowed up with an unbroken, piercing hiss.
Mu Feng poured in more Soul Power, and the white mist soon shrouded the space in front of Han Qianxue. She could not understand why he had dared to meet her attack head-on. She watched intently, ready to strike him with a powerful dragon claw the moment he appeared.
But half a minute passed without any sign of Mu Feng. Instead, the white mist turned dark purple. Han Qianxue's heart sank. Just as she moved to retreat, three chains shot out of the mist.
"What is that?" Han Qianxue knocked the chains away with her Ice Claw and hurried backward. Staring at the unsettling purple mist, she murmured, "Isn't his Martial Soul the Six-Winged Angel? Why does he have such an eerie power?"
The chains she had knocked away paused in midair for only a moment before lashing at her