His Bright Jade Technique flowed to the realm of "Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison." Wielding the Celestial Frost Blade, he raised the saber and struck out. Thousands of ice spikes charged forward with world-shaking momentum, but exploded thunderously three zhang before the civilians—their splinters mixed with blood fell like rain as Yang Yinglong had driven the rebellious troops to form a human shield.
The night deepened, and amidst the storm, a red shadow flew by like a blood-weeping winter plum blossom.
Yun Wuyue was soaked, her red dress clinging to her body and outlining graceful curves, while the peacock feather in her hand emitted a sinister blue light.
