Before Cao Yugao could react, the two fellow disciples had already charged out, one after the other.
"That's a monstrous python undergoing Dragon Ascension! Without your magic, you're going to your deaths—"
Seeing that neither of them even looked back, Cao Yugao cursed under his breath and charged after them. I'm the Thunder God. Even without an imperial decree, banishing evil is my duty.
Ahead lay the blinding white expanse of ice and snow that was Lingxun, as though heaven's wrath itself were bearing down. Ordinary people would have fled, wishing they had been born with two extra legs, yet these men charged against the heavens.
Gongsun Yin led, with Xu Zichang behind him, both sprinting with swords in hand.
Whooo... whooo...
Flying snow and shards of ice were like needles in the bitter cold, grazing Gongsun Yin and Xu Zichang and leaving thin trails of blood.
The wind had already grown so fierce that they truly could not bring their Immortal Dao cultivation to bear. But they were sword cultivators above all else; even without Immortal Arts, their martial skill was hardly inferior to that of masters of Rivers and Lakes. And the Sword Intent within their hearts grew stronger by the moment.
The sword in Gongsun Yin's hand kept trembling faintly. When its master entered the tribulation, the sword entered it too. This blade possessed a spirit of its own, as though answering its master's resolve.
The wind was strong enough now to impede their advance. Gongsun Yin opened his eyes wide and thrust his sword forward.
"Break!"
Swish!
The longsword swept forward with a keen edge of power, cleaving the raging wind. Gongsun Yin pointed his blade straight ahead, his Sword Intent parting the blizzard, and his pace grew faster still.
"Now that's my junior brother! Hahahahaha!"