He Pingsheng shifted his feet and shot several dozen zhang sideways before the ribbon-like sword qi reached him, leaving his original position behind.
His speed was outrageously fast.
Once again, he had used the divine ability Three Thousand Thunderbolt Technique along with the magical treasure beneath his feet.
The sword qi missed He Pingsheng, but tore through the void and crashed into a mountain peak below.
As the sword qi struck, massive rocks tumbled down the peak, countless ancient pines snapped, and branches and leaves were pulverized.
A cloud of dust billowed into the sky.
Though the strike could not topple mountains and shatter seas, its power was enough to make anyone tremble with terror.
One could imagine that if it had landed on He Pingsheng, he would have been crippled even if he survived.
When her attack missed yet again, Jingxin was slightly startled. "Your speed is actually that fast?"
He Pingsheng ignored her and merely pointed a finger.
Directly ahead, countless streams of water spiritual power gathered, suddenly forming a massive block of ice that encased Jingxin.
Spell: Glazed World.
This spell was powerful.
Back when he was in the Foundation Establishment Realm, casting it would drain his water-attribute dantian in an instant, and it could kill someone of the same realm outright.
Thus, when He Pingsheng cast it this time, his water-attribute dantian was likewise drained dry.
The block of ice, several zhang across, froze Jingxin in place in the void.
Yet a spell was still only a spell. The harm it could inflict on a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was limited.
Bang...
Magic power erupted from Jingxin's body, and the mass of ice instantly shattered into countless fragments that flew in every direction.
Elder Jingxin's face was now deathly pale with rage. "Good, good, good... He