Whoosh!
The great snowflake dragon spat out a blue-white ice soul.
The ice soul resembled a blade and had almost reached Wang Quan.
Snow-Treading Madmen grabbed the blade, golden blood flowing from his palm and staining it brilliant gold.
The next instant, he swung the blade:
Boom!
The miles-long snowflake dragon was dragged along like a long saber, sweeping toward Wang Quan.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Layers of air exploded.
The scales on the snowflake dragon cracked and snapped as it continually shrank.
The enormous dragon became a long saber.
The ice soul blade became its hilt.
Golden blood ran along the hilt toward the blade.
Wherever it passed, strange patterns appeared on the Ice Soul Snow Dragon Saber.
The corners of Snow-Treading Madmen's mouth rose in a smug smile.
His eyes brimmed with boundless contempt:
"This strike comes from a saber art I obtained through a fortuitous encounter while traveling the Immortal World."
"Everyone who saw this strike died."
"With this strike, I have slain beings two major realms above me."
"This strike is an inheritance from ancient times-Left Saber."
"The golden patterns on this saber erupt from the fusion of my realms and Left Saber."
"Wang Quan, remember, this strike is called-Autumn Swallow!"
The saber move was elegant.
Yet its light was fierce, its killing intent soaring to the heavens.
The saber had yet to arrive, but its light and intent had already passed through Wang Quan's flesh, leaving an unhealable wound within his many realms.
Wang Quan threw his head back and howled. Ignoring the saber wounds within his realms, he leaped up and ran along the saber light and intent.
Like a startled swan, he instantly landed on the blade and charged toward Snow-Treading Madmen.
Snow-Treading Madmen's eyes held three parts mockery, three parts disdain, three parts