Above the sea, Qianji's white robes fluttered in the wind as he stared down with a sinister gaze. A massive block of ice had appeared below, glittering in the sunlight with a bone-piercing chill.
The block resembled a hedgehog crouched on its belly, eight enormous spikes jutting from its surface. On closer inspection, those were clearly eight great swords of ice and snow, embedded in the block at different angles.
The Eight Gates Dragon-Trapping Art of the "Eight Gates Golden Light Sword Formation" lured an enemy into one gate before abruptly drawing all eight gates together. As their sealing power contracted inward, the eight flying swords instantly stabbed into the eight trigram positions, pinning the person inside beyond escape!
"The killing speed should be even faster!"
Qianji sensed the aura within the ice with his Divine Sense. The flying-fish sea demon was dead. The instant the eight gates contracted and the eight great ice-and-snow swords plunged inward, they had killed him!
But the swords carried such an extreme chill that the flying-fish sea demon had not even felt pain, let alone screamed. He had merely felt cold pierce his bones before dying. Qianji found this somewhat acceptable, but he could hardly call himself satisfied!
Once, when he and Zi Kun had been in the Northern Dark Sea, every Nascent Soul Cultivator who crossed realms and fell prey to them had required a bitter struggle to kill. Not only had the two demons often ended up covered in wounds, but the Snow Mosquito clan had also suffered grievous casualties.
Now, Qianji could kill a Nascent Soul Cultivator of his own stage single-handedly, while drastically reducing the Snow Mosquito clan's losses. Yet he still found the result barely satisfactory. Such was the difference a broader perspective made!
At that thought, Qianji immediately