Although Xiao Lingling's martial arts were formidable, she could not sever them.
Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a trace of despair and unwillingness flashed in her eyes, like a person falling into an abyss desperately seeking a glimmer of hope. At this moment, Shi Feiyang dashed in like a black lightning bolt.
His face was stern as frost, with eyes steady like an unextinguishable lighthouse in the cold night.
He tightly gripped the Celestial Frost Blade, its blade emitting a chilling coldness that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
He took a deep breath, gathered strength in his arm, and with a gentle flick of his wrist, the Celestial Frost Blade drew a graceful yet deadly arc through the air, slicing toward the iron chains and shackles. This slash, though it appeared soft, contained the force of a thousand pounds, like a flash of lightning in the cold night, with unstoppable might.
