One lash, two lashes, three lashes-the third will definitely knock you down! Receive, redirect, release!

Swirling white snow, howling cold wind.

Yang Ming's cold face was reflected in the long, slender blade as he streaked across the sky like a comet.

Clang!

The instant the blade touched the Titan Snow Demon King's back, a crisp metallic ring sounded.

The Titan Snow Demon King was born with a powerful physique, and his Soul Skills doubled in power when used in the Far North. A suit of Frost Battle Armor always clung to his body. This was one of his Soul Skills, reducing physical damage by eighty percent and carrying a ten percent chance of freezing anyone who attacked him.

Relying on this Soul Skill, which combined defense and control, the Titan Snow Demon King had run rampant throughout the Far North. Apart from the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress, he had no rivals.

Although the Titan Snow Demon King had just cursed Yang Ming for shamelessly launching a sneak attack, he had not actually been too concerned about his safety. Based on his past successes, an enemy could never break through his defenses—not in this lifetime. If the attacker was unlucky, he might even be frozen, leaving him to face the Titan Snow Demon King's pair of Fists of Love.

But this time, the Titan Snow Demon King had kicked an iron plate!

Mysterious Sword: Sharpness +1 for every person killed, with no upper limit. Attack speed increases by 1% for every 20 points of sharpness accumulated.

These were the Mysterious Sword's attributes.

At first, Yang Ming had still remembered how many people he had killed. By now, however, far too many had died at his hands to count. All he knew was that after drinking its fill of so many people's blood, the Mysterious Sword's sharpness had reached the level of a