The old man in white was the patriarch of the Ice God Hall, and in his lifetime, he had reached the Mid-Stage God Lord Realm.
However, with only a wisp of remnant soul remaining, its strength is naturally greatly reduced. Moreover, each attack and defense requires a significant amount of remnant soul power to be consumed.
However, even knowing they were outmatched.
Knowing full well that taking another blow would mean his soul would be scattered and he would be unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation.
As the patriarch of the Ice God Hall, the white-robed elder founded the Ice God Hall and dedicated his entire life to the sect. Naturally, he couldn't bear to do nothing and just watch the sect he had built with his own hands perish.
As the patriarch of the Ice God Hall, he was helpless.
Despite being a former sect leader, Mu Fusheng expressed his respect.
The way to express our respect is to use our current strength to defeat them with all our might...
Mu Fusheng his palm above his head.
In an instant, the five-colored thunder dragon condensed again within the dark clouds! White Soul Fire simultaneously appeared between the brows of the dragon and the human.
However, Mu Fusheng did not stop there.
Under the horrified gazes of Shen Funian and the others.
Mu Fusheng took out one talisman after another and threw them into the sky, creating a talisman storm that enveloped the five-colored thunder dragon's lightning body!
When the storm subsided, the talismans that had been firmly attached to the five-colored thunder dragon transformed into scales!
Originally formed from lightning, the thunder dragon now possesses dragon scales, making it even more lifelike, as if a genuine thunder dragon had descended upon this place.
"Heaven is watching from above..."
Mu Fusheng looked at the white-robed patriarch and said in a deep voice, "This talisman is called Divinity Three Feet Above."
This is a killing talisman from the art of talismans.
Only by mastering the five Ancient Divine Lightning can one carve them into shape.
I could feel this destructive aura.
The white-robed patriarch looked up and sighed, "I never imagined that after that war that severed the lineage, I would still be able to see five kinds of Ancient Divine Lightning, and even have them all appear on one person at the same time."
"It seems the fortunes of the Mortal Realm have begun to improve."
That's all.
The white-robed patriarch raised his hands, and streams of icy aura silently gathered on them.
The seemingly peaceful icy aura, under the infusion of the remnant soul power of the white-robed ancestor, transformed into layers of sharply defined ice crystals, one after another, blotting out the sky and the sun!
This is the only thing the White-Robed Ancestor can do now.
Faced with an attack of this magnitude, a head-on confrontation offers no chance.
certainly.
Even defense would likely be futile...
Mu Fusheng's killing move was far too fierce.
The thunder dragon, covered in talismanic scales, roared, spewing forth a torrent of thunderous breath!
The ice and snow in front melted instantly, and the space shattered!
It seems to have opened up a black hole highway for it.
The scaled thunder dragon traversed this dark avenue, crashing down with an aura of overwhelming destruction!
It crashed straight into those layers of icy mirrors.
The process was not as evenly matched as everyone had imagined.
It was nothing short of overwhelming and unstoppable!
Upon impact with the icy realm, its center instantly collapsed!
The series of cracking sounds indicated that cracks were appearing on the Ice Mirror, revealing its inability to withstand the pressure.
Amidst the despairing gazes of Shen Funian and the others, the Ice Crystal Mirror was shattered by the Scaled Thunder Dragon, and the White-Robed Ancestor was naturally swallowed into the dragon's mouth.
The white-robed patriarch, trapped within the thunder dragon, was rapidly losing his soul under the frenzied onslaught of the thunder's power. However, his expression showed no sorrow or resentment; instead, he looked solemnly at Mu Fusheng.
"The arrival of the Chosen One foretells another calamity for the Mortal Realm Mortal Realm, a time when it will undergo a great reshuffling. We hope you can withstand those from beyond the realm and save the Mortal Realm..."
After uttering these inexplicable words, the remnant soul of the White-Robed Ancestor completely dissipated.
The disciples and elders of the Ice God Hall all wore expressions of grief.
The sorrow lies in the Elder Yu.
The pain is for themselves, because because of this series of events, their Ice God Hall will cease to exist completely.
Shen Funian's face was ashen.
Originally, he was full of confidence, believing that he had considered all possibilities and that the fate of the Drifting Snow Sect was completely in his own hands.
However, Mu Fusheng suddenly appeared out of nowhere!
Who could have imagined this?
If Mu Fusheng hadn't existed, given Shen Funian's schemes...
This thwarted the Drifting Snow Sect's plan to unite with Glacier Valley and Extreme Ice Prison.
The Drifting Snow Sect is doomed to defeat!
if...
Thinking of this, Shen Funian paused slightly, then sighed, "Unfortunately, there are no 'what ifs,' everything is fate."
With that sigh, Shen Funian's hair turned white instantly.
A sigh for white hair!
The Drifting Snow Sect looked at Shen Funian, but his face did not show any joy; instead, he seemed somewhat fearful.
As the sect leader of the Ice God Hall, Shen Funian was undoubtedly a powerful and ruthless figure.
The No Detail Left Unaccounted For.
However, they did not anticipate the existence of Mu Fusheng.
But who could have predicted that?
Hmm, what if Mu Fusheng, Ye Qiubai, Fang Qiong heard this?
I'm afraid I'll blurt it out.
Master will meet!
No, it shouldn't be said that we've calculated it, but rather that we'll always achieve the worst possible outcome in this regard!
"I lost, our Ice God Hall lost." Shen Funian, his white hair flowing, looked at Mu Fusheng and said with a bitter smile, "You probably won't let us high-ranking figures go either."
"But I still implore you, please allow those disciples of the Ice God Hall to leave."
Mu Fusheng shook his head.
Even if it's too cruel.
But the world of cultivation is inherently cruel.
If the roles were reversed, would the other person not do that?
To cut the weeds but not eradicate them at the root is a grave taboo for royalty!
After saying that, Mu Fusheng raised his hand, and the still-existing scaled lightning dragon enveloped Shen Funian and the other three Half-Step Divine Lord Realm experts. At the same time, the disciples and elders who had gone out to fight were also swallowed up by the lightning dragon one after another.
None were spared...
The Valley Master of Glacier Valley and the Sect Leader of Extreme Ice Prison, witnessing this scene, knew they would not escape unscathed.
They severed their own lifeline and perished here.
The Rogue Cultivator below who witnessed this scene all shook their heads and sighed.
it's over.
From now on, the Extreme Cold Star Region will belong to the Drifting Snow Sect.
After doing all this, Mu Fusheng could only sigh helplessly as he watched the scattered Rogue Cultivator leave.
He couldn't possibly place a restriction on all these tens of thousands of Rogue Cultivator or kill them all, could he?
It can only be said that this trump card has already been revealed; we'll need to prepare a few more trump cards...
After Mu Fusheng returned to Ye Qiubai Fang Qiong's side.
Fang Qiong hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Mu Fusheng laughed and said, "You want to ask me why I'm so cruel?"
Fang Qiong hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Mu Fusheng smiled bitterly, "Environment shapes a person. I was born into royalty, which may seem harmless on the surface, but many ugly things happen behind the scenes. And cold-bloodedness is a required course for royalty..."