As for the countless ice needles and overlapping blade auras, under the casual sweep of the Tetanus Broken Sword, they all disintegrated and backfired.
Nangong Han's Ice Soul Divine Needle recoiled back, freezing him into an ice sculpture.
Nangong Jue's sixty-four layers of blade aura took an inexplicable turn, slicing the web of blades he had set up into disarray.
Dealing with them was far easier than confronting the nine people led by Tu Qianyue in the Lightless Sea.
After all, one side consisted of pampered family cultivators, while the other consisted of desperados living on the edge of a blade.
"Now," Zhou Qing brushed off non-existent dust, "can you display your realms?"
The faces of the five elders turned pale as they finally realized the terror of the person in front of them.
"We can't hold back anymore, or else we might all fall here today, and my Nangong Family would become a laughingstock of the entire Imperial City!"
