The Power of the Sacred Body

Bai Bing's swordplay suddenly changed.

The temperature throughout the Ice God World dropped, and snow seemed to fall everywhere. Bai Bing's swordplay grew more restrained and chilling, but that was not the worst of it. As Luo Feng fought him, he could feel the cold of the sword affecting his soul, slowing its reactions.

"What kind of swordplay is this?" Luo Feng was stunned.

This seemed to be more than a sword technique. It had an allure that drew people in, like wine slowly making a person drunk. Luo Feng felt that these sword strikes could numb his soul until he succumbed to them.

He felt as though he were drinking without pause. With every clash, his soul's ability to think grew a little weaker.

Does this swordplay affect the soul? Luo Feng wondered.

It was neither a Soul Attack nor an attack on his will, yet it could affect his soul. Luo Feng found it deeply strange.

Bai Lin, the Dream Emperor, and the others had noticed what was happening.

"Frost Intent Sword Chill. It's the most astonishing sword technique our Ice God Race has produced since its founding." Wonder shone in Bai Lin's eyes.

The sword technique had not been passed down. Bai Bing had created it himself.

Its creation had established Bai Bing as the Ice God Race's foremost genius. Even the Frost Lord had marveled at it. Bai Bing had forged the technique from his love of the sword and the feelings he held toward it. Though it took the form of swordplay, it also carried his will, allowing him to quietly influence an enemy's state of mind and soul.

"Frost Intent Sword Chill. Bai Bing is getting serious now." The Dream Emperor and Bu Miersi watched with growing anticipation.

"You can't fight Frost Intent