He had first taken up the sword at seven, and for more than ten years, he had practiced every single day!
The Snowflow Sword Technique-three feet of ice did not form in a single day's cold!
Beyond the sword light, white frost condensed once more, gradually forming a thin armor of ice crystals. Even in this desperate situation, it held firm against the bone-chilling black aura and poisonous mist emanating from Gray Erniang's Cat Rope.
Gray Erniang had heard of Lei Xiaosan of Changchun City, a martial swordsman who had trained since childhood. With astonishing perseverance, he had forged a path into the Dao through martial arts despite his mortal body. He was a somewhat gifted junior of the jianghu.
Naturally, she had never taken such a callow brat seriously.
Although those who entered the Dao through martial arts were somewhat stronger in deadly combat than ordinary cultivators of the same rank.
Still, no matter what, an inexperienced youngster could not possibly pose any threat to her.
Yet now, the frost and ice Lei Xiaosan had condensed had actually blocked the corrosive black aura of her Cat Rope, making Gray Erniang regard this young man with a measure of caution.
But that was as far as it went!
Gray Erniang did not want to waste any more time!
Teleportation out of Fule City was random. Who knew whether someone else might suddenly be transported nearby? If they interfered, wouldn't that ruin her important business?
She had to finish this quickly, capture Lei Xiaosan, and force him to reveal the Numinous Treasure's whereabouts!
After so many years of cultivation, Gray Erniang could hardly possess only one Magical Treasure, the Cat Rope.
The demon crone flicked her wrist, and two streaks of white light shot from her fingertips like bolts of lightning,