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Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Frozen

After Shen Shaotian spoke, he stomped forward and lunged at Shen Daoxing.

Having absorbed the old woman’s Essence Blood, Shen Shaotian’s power had been immensely boosted in a short time.

His cultivation was now comparable to the peak of the Third Layer of the Profound Platform realm.

As Shen Shaotian charged him, Shen Daoxing’s robes fluttered and his black hair flew back. He swept to the side, his entire body retreating.

"Trying to run?"

Shen Shaotian sneered.

He pointed forward. His finger became a streak of light under the sun as his body dissolved into a blur of afterimages, lunging at Shen Daoxing.

Profound Tier, low-grade Martial Technique! The Fiery Sun Finger!

A searing ray of light shot from his fingertip. Waves of scorching heat radiated outward, seeming to set the very air ablaze.

The faces of the onlookers paled.

The Fiery Sun Finger was one of the Shen Family’s ultimate Martial Arts, which typically only the Patriarch was permitted to practice.

The power of this technique could not be underestimated. It was so immense that even Zhang Rui and Li Ye’s faces fell, their hearts filled with dread.

Shen Daoxing knew he couldn’t dodge in time. He thrust out his hand.

A heavy black sword appeared in his palm.

It was none other than the Great Ming Demon Sparrow!

"The Swordsman! Shen Daoxing is that mysterious Swordsman!"

"I never thought he was a genius Swordsman, too."

"No wonder he’s so powerful."

...

Seeing this, both Shen Lin and Zhao Zicheng, who was in the stands, were shocked.

’So Shen Daoxing is the mysterious Swordsman from the Martial Arts Arena.’

Shen Daoxing thrust his sword forward. Flashes of golden light glittered as the blade let out an explosive tremor, like the long cry of a Wandering Dragon.

The sword’s light shot toward Shen Shaotian. Wherever it passed, the surrounding Primordial Energy erupted with a series of thunderous booms.

The crowd’s expressions wavered as they watched the sharp Sword Qi!

Shen Daoxing’s Sword Dao was clearly on another level.

The brilliant ray of the Fiery Sun finally collided with the dancing sword light. Streaks of blinding radiance erupted, and everyone instinctively shut their eyes and took several steps back.

Next, the crowd heard a tremendous roar as the aftershocks from the explosion of Primordial Energy began to spread, rolling outward in waves.

The dense tide of Primordial Energy slowly dissipated. Shen Daoxing stood not far away, watching Shen Shaotian with narrowed eyes.

’Give me control of your body. You’re no match for him.’

Just as Shen Shaotian was about to charge Shen Daoxing again, Elder Meng’s voice echoed in his mind.

’Yes!’

Shen Shaotian quickly agreed.

’Hm?’

Shen Daoxing sensed that the man before him had changed. A strange new aura now clung to Shen Shaotian.

It wasn’t just Shen Daoxing; from a distance, Shangguan Yiran also noticed something was amiss.

"How interesting. I never expected a new Venerable Bloodline to emerge..."

As ’Shen Shaotian’ spoke, his palm began to glow with a dazzling red light. The crowd could feel an intense, scorching heat slowly radiating from his body.

The searing aura washed over them relentlessly. Many of the weaker individuals turned pale, struggling to breathe for a moment.

Flaming Dragon Roar!

’Shen Shaotian’ moved abruptly. His palm seemed to slice through the air, the scorching ray of light forming a fiery dragon that devoured the atmosphere. From a distance, the air around it appeared warped by the intense heat.

SWOOSH!

Shen Daoxing’s expression was as calm as still water. In that split second, he drew the Great Ming Demon Sparrow forward. It seemed like an ordinary, unremarkable slash, yet it carried a heart-stopping cyan light. The cyan glow flashed brilliantly, shining directly into Shen Shaotian’s eyes.

Gale Sword Intent!

The moment Shen Daoxing unleashed that slash, everyone in the audience shot to their feet, staring at him in utter astonishment.

’Damn it, the kid actually comprehended Sword Intent.’

’Shen Shaotian’ felt a sharp pain in his eyes and squeezed them shut. He instinctively thrust a palm forward as he hastily retreated.

BANG!

The sword light slammed into the ground, and cracks instantly spread across the hard surface of the fighting stage.

HUFF!

’Shen Shaotian’ was now gasping for breath, as if he had just narrowly escaped death’s door.

If not for his vast experience, that last strike might have decapitated him.

’I can’t drag this out with the kid any longer.’

’Shen Shaotian’ took a deep breath. A chilling glint of light appeared on his palm, striking fear into the hearts of those who saw it.

At the same time, his body began to radiate an extreme, cold light, and the ambient temperature seemed to plummet.

In an instant, it was as if snow and ice filled the air. An unexpected wave of frost spread out, and several gusts of wind began to swirl.

Cold!

That was everyone’s first reaction.

It was as if the season had instantly shifted from late summer to the dead of winter, the coldest time of year in the Martial Kingdom.

The crisp, cold sound of cracking ice slowly spread.

’Is it freezing over!?’

The crowd saw the first traces of ice forming around ’Shen Shaotian’.

Many onlookers noticed that the breath leaving their mouths and nostrils instantly turned into white puffs of condensation.

"That’s a high-grade Profound Tier Martial Art! When did Young Master Shaotian learn that?"

many members of the Shen Family wondered aloud.

’Shen Shaotian has a Divine Soul inside him.’

Just then, the Blood Dragon’s voice sounded in Shen Daoxing’s mind.

’So that’s it!’

Hearing this, Shen Daoxing finally understood. No wonder Shen Shaotian had seemed so strange.

"It’s time to end this, little one."

’Shen Shaotian’ sneered. The crowd saw a massive blue aurora rush toward Shen Daoxing. The light carried an absolute cold and moved with incredible speed. Wherever it passed, an icy chill spread instantly. In a few moments, half the training grounds had turned pure white.

At the same time, pristine white snowflakes began to fall from the sky, fluttering everywhere. The flakes danced in the air like sprites, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Just then, Shen Daoxing took a step back. The Great Ming Demon Sparrow moved in a blur, and a beam of cyan light shot forth.

If the previous chill had been palpable, then the moment Shen Daoxing’s Great Ming Demon Sparrow swept forward, many people were struck by a cold so intense they lost all sensation, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

Four Symbols Sword Technique! Feng Buliu!

Shen Daoxing’s sword didn’t create ice, but it glowed with a faint cyan light. The world behind him seemed to transform into a cyan expanse.

But this cyan light was even colder, for this was the chilling sharpness of the blade itself.

The Great Ming Demon Sparrow was the second-ranked Demon Soldier of all time. Even with seven layers of seals upon it, it was beyond comparison with ordinary weapons.

A profound chill emanated from the Great Ming Demon Sparrow.

It was like a chill emanating from the Nine Netherworld itself—a bottomless cold that made everyone’s very souls tremble.

Cold!

An endless cold!

A cold that pierced to the very bone!

The Great Ming Demon Sparrow swept forward, the tip of its blade flashing with a surge of blue frost.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sunlight refracted through the air. Heaven and earth seemed to tremble, as if two mountains were colliding. The sheer force of it seized everyone’s attention, and for an instant, it felt as if their hearts had stopped beating.

’This weapon is...!?’

’Shen Shaotian’ sensed grave danger, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He wanted to flee, but it was too late.

By the time the crowd came to their senses, they saw ’Shen Shaotian’ standing rigidly in place.

Shen Daoxing’s greatsword was resting on the ground. The strange ice and snow covering the bluestone of the training grounds was like a massive, lustrous, silver-white mirror, reflecting a magnificent light!

The entire training grounds had been frozen by Shen Daoxing’s Great Ming Demon Sparrow, transformed into a vast expanse of silver-white.

Shocking!

Unbelievable!

Everyone gasped in shock!

The crowd was utterly stunned by Shen Daoxing’s final strike, their eyes frozen on the scene before them.

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