Bing Yekong moved.
He had waited for this moment for a full three hours. The Tianshuang Sword had long since accumulated all of its cold energy, the icy-blue sword aura on its blade surging to the limit. His aura formed a strange resonance with Shui Qingrou's Ice Phoenix and Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear.
He shot out from the edge of the battlefield, faster than ever before. The Tianshuang Sword was raised diagonally at his side, its tip trailing a long icy-blue streak behind it. He was like a meteor tearing across an ice field.
The Ice Jade Scorpion's compound eyes caught his approach, and its tail hook swung around to stab at him. But it was far slower than before, the hook's trajectory sluggish by a fraction under Shui Qingrou's freezing suppression.
Bing Yekong twisted aside to evade the tail hook. The Tianshuang Sword swept upward from below, its edge precisely slicing into the seam between the Ice Jade Scorpion's head carapace and neck armor. That was the only soft spot on the Ice Jade Scorpion's body, where the joined shell was thin as cicada wings.
The blade pierced in.
All of Bing Yekong's Soul Power poured through the sword, and the cold of Ultimate Ice exploded within the Ice Jade Scorpion's body.
The massive scorpion stiffened for half a breath. The azure glow over its body abruptly dimmed, its six limbs curled inward at once, and its tail hook dropped limply to the ground.
Boom.
The enormous body crashed down onto the snow, sending ice chips and snow dust flying into the air.
Bing Yekong stood beside the Ice Jade Scorpion's corpse, panting heavily. The Tianshuang Sword was still embedded in the gap between its head and neck, the frost patterns on the blade slowly fading.
The battlefield fell