Yun Che was just about to step forward to meet the attack when Bai Qingyan suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him behind her, her voice as cold as ice.
"This is my grudge. I'll settle it myself."
She drew a deep breath, and all the ice Immortal Power she had accumulated over more than half her lifetime surged out at once. The Ice Jade Immortal Sword rang with a clear hum. The surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing, and even the ground acquired a thick layer of ice. Ling Xuanzhou's red sword had barely swung toward her before half its blade froze over.
"You... you're already on the verge of breaking through to the eighth turn?" Disbelief and horror appeared on Ling Xuanzhou's face.
"You deceived me for years. I risked my life cultivating just so I could slaughter you and that bitch myself today!"
As Bai Qingyan finished speaking, she slashed down, and dazzling icy light instantly engulfed the entire area.
Ling Xuanzhou snorted. "Junior sister, when it comes to hidden trump cards, you're still too green. Your senior brother is much better at hiding things than you. Fine, I'll let you see what I can really do!"
The moment Ling Xuanzhou finished speaking, an eerie black-and-red aura erupted around him. As it churned, it faintly revealed the chilling fluctuations of the Death Soul Dao.
He really had been afflicted with Death Soul Curse Power back then, but he had never intended to dispel it. Instead, he had used the curse power to cultivate an evil technique, making him even more vicious than an ordinary eighth-turn profound immortal.
Black-and-red sword qi broke through the icy radiance filling the air. Ling Xuanzhou became a black shadow and lunged straight at Bai Qingyan, his claw strike carrying a bone-corroding venom