Boom!
The centuries-old tree Lu Nanzhi was hiding in exploded into a shower of wood chips under the claws of the Black Armored Qilin.
A sword hum resounded, and snow flew everywhere, freezing everything in its wake, preserving the tree in its explosion-splattered state.
Xiong Yanhong flashed into view, swept his sleeve, and the snow shattered and vanished, leaving no trace of anyone behind.
The sharp sword intent lingering in the air left a layer of frost on Xiong Yanhong's hair. When the breeze blew, the strands broke.
He caught his broken hair and felt the overpowering Sword Qi tinged with extreme cold, furrowing his brows.
"Such strong Cold Ice Sword Intent, who is it?"
"True... True Monarch, should we pursue?"
Two Nascent Soul Cultivators hurried over, asking respectfully.
