Suddenly, a piercing sword cry filled the air. It seemed distant one moment and close the next, coming from the horizon yet sounding right beside them, like the roar of an ancient dragon that shook the heart.
"Dawn winds and a waning moon, white silk gleaming like frost; one slash cleaves the sky and severs worldly ties-Fatal Sword-Drawing Technique!"
As that low, lingering voice rang out, Chen Xiaojun moved in an instant.
He moved so quickly that Ling Xinyao could barely follow him. His sword draw flashed past like a glimpse of startling beauty, completed in an instant yet filled with endless grace.
Then brilliant sword radiance erupted from the tip of his blade. It shone as pure as moonlight, dazzling and too brilliant to look at directly.
His arm swung sharply in a slash, like a streak of silver moonlight bearing boundless cutting power.
The instant the sword radiance shot forth, the blade's tip tore through the air, ripping open a gash amid a fierce whistle of wind.
That sword radiance held tremendous tearing and cutting power, as though it could sever every obstacle in the world.
Against its glow, Chen Xiaojun looked even more imposing and commanding, standing tall and straight as a pine.
Faced with this sudden attack, Ling Xinyao felt an unprecedented threat to her life.
She gripped her staff and raised it above her head, pouring a powerful surge of magical energy into it.
Suddenly, an ice-blue pillar of light erupted from the staff's tip and soared into the heavens, radiating a chilling cold.
As the pillar rose, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a bone-piercing chill filled the air.
"Secret technique-Ice Seal Three Thousand Li!"
Ling Xinyao cried out, activating Ice Seal Three Thousand Li through her inherited cultivation mantra, the Proud Chill Ice-Heart Mantra