Just as those two terrifying killing arts, powerful enough to tear apart a Supreme and annihilate stars, were about to strike him.
Countless savage, excited, and despairing gazes from below fixed on Ye Tian's white-robed figure.
Beneath Ye Tian's lifted eyelids, the last trace of interest vanished completely from his eyes, deep as a sea of stars.
It turned into an indifference that froze the soul, and Sword Intent erupted.
His eyes flashed like lightning, light bursting forth.
He did not look at the roaring blood-colored demonic rainbow.
Nor did he pay any attention to the absolute darkness silently devouring its way toward him.
Instead, his gaze fell ever so briefly on his own joined sword fingers.
As though he were inspecting a sword pellet he had just acquired.
"Frost Heaven Divine Sword Slash. A perfect chance to test its divine might."
Then, Ye Tian's joined sword fingers moved.
Facing that heaven-destroying, earth-shattering onslaught, he swept them forward with utter casualness.
There was no earth-shaking eruption of divine power.
No intricate, profound law runes emerged.
There was only an exceedingly fine, faint frost-colored thread, seemingly condensed from the essence of eternal ice.
It slipped silently from his fingertips.
That Frost Line was minuscule, yet its speed surpassed even time itself, impossible to fathom or comprehend!
The instant it appeared, the temperature throughout the entire fiftieth-step region plunged.
It dropped wildly at a terrifying, incomprehensible, irresistible speed that chilled the heart!
Between heaven and earth, within the emptiness, icy snowflakes seemed to appear, leaving everyone helpless to contain themselves.
Crack! Crack!
Space froze!
The roaring blood-colored demonic rainbow, the surging, towering sea of blood, and the hundreds of millions of wailing vengeful souls.
Even the pervasive chaotic death energy and Slaughter Law were forcibly frozen at that instant!
Preserving their savage