No wonder Mr. Yin was so shocked.
Great Qian's Academy system had produced generation after generation of outstanding talents, while the Yin Sha Sect and the Academy had been entangled for thousands of years. Slaughter between the elite disciples of both sides was hardly uncommon.
Thus, he knew full well that the Academy's core disciples and direct disciples were no easy opponents.
And the core and direct disciples descended from the Mystic Ice Hall lineage were even more troublesome among the troublesome!
"Hmph~ Enough nonsense! Prepare to die!"
Wang Longyan's face was frosty, cold killing intent bursting from the depths of her eyes.
The Longyan Sword swept forth amid a howling ice storm. Within the Mystic Ice Domain spanning several yards, all things seemed frozen solid. Cultivators of slightly lesser strength would instantly stiffen from the cold within it, perhaps even freeze to death.
Even those of considerable strength would be greatly affected within the Mystic Ice Domain. At the very least, their speed would slow considerably.
Yet Mr. Yin seemed entirely unaffected by the Mystic Ice Domain.
His body merely swayed slightly, and he easily evaded that sword strike.
His movement technique was ethereal and bizarre, impossible to predict. No one knew how he did it, but with a flicker and a drift, he had circled behind Wang Longyan.
Under the moonlight, his withered face appeared even more sinister.
As a late-stage Spirit Platform Realm powerhouse who had lived for more than a century, his mental fortitude far surpassed that of ordinary people. By this point, he had already regained his calm and composure. A vicious smile crossed his zombie-like face. "Hmph~ Arrogant! So what if you're an Academy disciple? It isn't as though I've never killed one."
As the words fell.
A hand suddenly emerged from the wide