Qinghe swept her Divine Sense over Xie Lingyu and Li Xingtian in the distance, and after finding both safe and sound,
her gaze locked tightly onto the phantom of Baxia.
The thing seemed to be solidifying into a physical form, and looked extremely difficult to deal with.
But... for some reason,
Qinghe was starting to drool as she looked at Baxia, rather as though she were looking at a steaming bowl of turtle soup.
That very urge to drool told Qinghe that she could definitely beat this thing.
This was certainty born of her bloodline!
So Qinghe did not hesitate at all. She shot toward that steaming turtle... ahem, enemy turtle!
Qinghe roared, Spiritual Power erupting around her. As the Heavenly Derivation Sect's Flood Dragon, however much she slacked off, she still knew the sect's ultimate techniques that she ought to know.
After all, Granny Bai conducted spot checks.
Endless cold radiated from Qinghe's claws as she swooped toward the Flood Dragon. Before the aura around her claws even neared the river's surface, it had already frozen it over.
Raising her claws, Qinghe slashed at Baxia's phantom with all her might.
Baxia turned slightly, using the enormous stele formed from the fortune it bore on its back to block Qinghe's attack.
Bone-piercing cold instantly spread across the Great River, freezing its entire surface hundreds of meters across into solid ice. Even the aftershocks froze the flowers, grasses, and trees along the banks into ice sculptures.
Xie Lingyu reached out and spread a shield of Spiritual Power to withstand the aftershocks of the clash.
Though cold mist billowed everywhere from the chill, the two Golden Core True Persons still caught the course of the clash with their Divine Sense.
Qinghe's strike had clearly failed to do enough damage.
At any rate,