The days were short and the nights long. Wind and snow swirled, snow lay three feet deep, and ice sealed ten thousand miles.
Linghua Island.
In a pavilion among the mountains, the cold wind whipped fiercely as several people stared unblinkingly into the sky.
Two figures were locked in fierce combat in midair, trading blow for blow!
Boom!
After another collision, the two separated. They were Zhao Yi and Wang Qing.
Driven back more than a hundred feet, Wang Qing held his longbow and drew the string with all his strength. His magical power condensed into an arrow. Whoosh!
The azure arrow streaked like a meteor across more than a hundred feet, straight toward Zhao Yi's face.
"Good!"
Zhao Yi shouted his approval, then clenched his right fist. Half his body turned earthen yellow as he punched at the meteor.
"Break!"
Boom!
A deafening crash erupted in midair, bursting apart with a thunderous roar!
Ripples spread outward in every direction.
The people in the pavilion reeled, like rice stalks buffeted by a gale.
The two landed and entered the pavilion.
"How did it feel?"
"I was suppressed at every turn, without the slightest chance of winning!"
Smiling, Wang Qing pulled Wang Ping up beside him and directed a strand of magical power into his body. His cultivation was the weakest of anyone in the pavilion, and he had been the most severely dizzied by the overwhelming aura.
"Martial Uncle, Liu Yu, how did you feel?"
"Heaven-shaking and earth-shattering! It left us without even the will to resist!"
His martial uncle praised him sincerely.
"It seems I need to attempt a breakthrough soon. You're leaving me farther and farther behind!"
"Haha, you should have done so long ago!"
After resting briefly in the pavilion, they prepared to return to the Taoist