Mist-Hiding Returning Needle was not actually an art Su Jiu had just learned, but this was her first time using it. As for why, of course, it was simply because she had only just remembered it.
Yes, Mist-Hiding Returning Needle was not an art of this world. Su Jiu had known it from birth, but the seal placed on her before had made her forget it...
Now that she suddenly remembered it, using it felt exceptionally natural, without the slightest unfamiliarity.
The surrounding ice mist drifted faintly. Of course, their eyes could not perceive this layer of mist; they could only feel the abrupt drop in temperature around them. In truth, by the time they clearly sensed it, Su Jiu had already accumulated an exceedingly thick layer of ice mist.
Su Jiu used that wide expanse of ice mist to form needle after needle.
Unfortunately for them, they could not see the ice mist, nor could they see the needles formed from it.
Faced with this art, these cultivators were like lambs awaiting slaughter, incapable of mounting any defense.
Even if they formed barriers, even if they drove out the cold, they could never completely dispel the ice mist under Su Jiu's control.
Among those dozens of high-ranking cultivators, some had already secretly tried every possibility when they first encountered this art of Su Jiu's, but none had been of any use.
This was also a major reason they had been driven into a corner, forcing Dao Lord Long Kuo to unleash his ultimate move.
The result was plain to see. He had still failed.
To them, Su Jiu was now like a towering wall: they could only look up at her, never surmount her.
Dao Lord Long Kuo was a little quicker on the uptake and had already resigned