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Above the arena, the afterglow of the exploding energy had yet to fade.
The enormous frost Butterfly Shadow beat its wings fiercely. Ignoring the remnants of the collapsing ice-cloud vortex behind it, its massive body cleaved through the frozen air, becoming a streak of icy blue light that dived toward Chen Xin Yi before she could steady her footing.
Below, Chen Xin Yi tapped her toes against the cracked rock. Rather than retreating, she advanced.
A clear, cold gleam flashed in her delicate hand-the Zhaojun Sword left its sheath!
Light flowed along the blade, its chill condensing into frost.
The two figures collided abruptly in midair.
In an instant, sword shadows surged like dragons!
The Snow Empress swung the enormous Ice Yi Sword. Under her control, the massive blade displayed a speed and agility utterly at odds with its size.
The icy blue greatsword chopped, flicked upward, thrust, and swept, carrying pure cold energy that froze the air. Within it lay swordsmanship honed through a hundred battles and tempered to perfection-the very sword techniques that Bo Huaiyu, the "Ice Yi Sword" within her, had spent years mastering.
Chen Xin Yi darted through the bitterly cold storm of the greatsword, yet showed not the slightest inclination to yield.
The Zhaojun Sword in her hand blossomed with an entirely different radiance.
As her right hand danced, she brought the essence of the Nine Yin Sword Art into full play.
At times, her sword light resembled a lone moon above a cold pool, clear, chilly, and desolate, the blade's path carrying a cold that could freeze the meridians. At others, it turned vicious and insidious, striking straight at the joints governing the ice giant's movements and the weak points