Shen He held Azure Edge, true power surging as he sprang up and swept his sword across, cleaving the icy palm print in two.
He followed the sword light, his sword like a raging wind as it tore through the blizzard head-on.
Before Azure Edge in his hand, the storm that could freeze an ordinary Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivator was no more than a breeze brushing his face.
"What a Wild Wind Sword Art!"
Leng Tianming's expression grew grave. True power gathered around him into a silvery-white magical pattern, and he lightly tapped the ground with his foot.
Ice pillars more than ten meters long thrust up from the ground like blades, seeking to seal off Shen He's movements.
Then he flew backward to open up the distance, his hands constantly changing Dao seals as icy energy accompanied the strokes of the Thousand-Mile Snow Mountain Fan.
Visible waves of cold rolled forth like a tide, enveloping Shen He and the entire arena in bone-piercing chill.
"Whew..."
Frost formed on Shen He's brows. Azure Edge in his hand became streaks of white rainbow, sweeping around him as he darted about and severed every approaching ice pillar.
With a tap of his fingertip, he sent his sword flying. A dazzling sword rainbow erupted with astonishing might.
One sword pierced the wind and snow.
Faced with this sudden, biting sword strike-
Magical patterns appeared behind Leng Tianming, and an intent of heaven and earth blossomed from within him. His Middle Vehicle Dao foundation, [Frost Across the Sky], erupted.
Empowered by his Dao foundation, the Thousand-Mile Snow Mountain Fan swelled several times over again, becoming like a small hill. As Leng Tianming pressed his palm down, it fanned out an utterly frigid wind that swept across heaven and earth.
The arena's barrier flickered.