Amid a shower of sparks, the bat-like flying sword seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, its sinister aura greatly diminished.
"Good! What a fine technique! Fellow Daoist Leng's strength and abilities are truly extraordinary! But precisely because of that, today... I cannot leave you alive!"
Elder Ku Rong stared fixedly at Leng Yan, a flash of hatred passing through his eyes as the dense killing intent around him surged without cease.
"Cannot leave me alive? You think far too highly of your own strength!"
Leng Yan held her sword in hand, the aura radiating from her body swelling relentlessly like wind and waves spreading outward, forcing Elder Ku Rong's figure in the air to tremble slightly and slowly retreat.
At the same time, cold light gleamed in her icy eyes. Her divine sense spread out, sweeping over the surrounding area.
If it were only Elder Ku Rong alone, she would not have taken him seriously. But she knew that if they had made their move, it could not possibly be just Elder Ku Rong by himself.
"What... if you add this old man as well?"
The moment Leng Yan finished speaking, another booming voice rolled in from behind like muffled thunder.
The voice was heard, but its owner remained unseen.
"The Great Zhao Dynasty... Hou Sihai?!!!"
Yet upon hearing that voice, Leng Yan abruptly turned around and spoke again, each word deliberate and distinct.
Though Leng Yan concealed it well, Su Shi'er still keenly caught the intense hatred that flashed through her eyes.
Hatred?
Did she have a grudge against Hou Sihai?
How could it be... a grudge? If they had been enemies, why had she not killed Hou Sihai when he had only been at the Golden Core stage? Why had she instead sealed him in ice with