"Ice Burial."
"Frozen End."
"Curse of the Heavenly Eye."
It did not even take a second before every one of the core disciples had surrounded Song Liu from all sides.
Wu Ping, appeared behind Xin Yan in a calm posture of an obedient maid. But even though her head was lowered, the twin blades were already resting in her hands, she was just waiting for an order from her mistress to make a move.
Xin Yan eyes moved from each attack, pulsing with energy, growing stronger with each second.
A torrent of ice storm had appeared behind Jiang Shi and Chen Xueyan, while another block of
"Stop."
Two separate voices echoed throughout the compound.
All the conjured attacks stopped within a feet before they reached Song Liu. All of them were pointed at her vitals, Neck, Heart and Stomach.
The girls looked over their shoulder at the owner of the voices. One of the voices belonged to Feng Wuhan, the ruler of the Feng Empire.
