roccoschili Chapter 404 The Frozen Domain's Deadly Strike
Chapter 404 The Frozen Domain's Deadly Strike
The Qingyuan Sect members launched a fierce attack, aiming to kill their target in one strike and leave no future trouble.
Faced with such an attack, let alone an ordinary Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivator, even a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator would be instantly blasted into dust.
However, Shangguan Ling'er merely snorted coldly.
"Ice Domain, open!"
She didn't even use any complicated spells; she simply stomped her foot lightly.
Centered on her, a visible ice-blue halo instantly spread out!
Wherever the halo passed, the water vapor in the air instantly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, and the flowers, grass, rocks and even the air on the ground were covered with a thick layer of white frost!
The temperature plummeted, as if we had entered the far north ice field!
The dozen or so surging attacks slowed down visibly the moment they entered the icy blue domain!
The light on the flying sword dimmed, as if its energy had been frozen.
"How can it be?!"
The attackers were horrified. They felt their spiritual energy become sluggish and their blood seemed to freeze.
Shangguan Ling'er gently raised her jade-like hand, her fingertips swirling with an extreme chill that seemed capable of freezing the soul.
"Mystic Ice Thorn!"
She flicked her fingers repeatedly, and countless fine, crystal-clear ice spikes materialized out of thin air, shooting precisely at each attacker.
These ice spikes were extremely fast, piercing right through everyone's spiritual energy shield!
"Puff puff puff puff..."
The sound of ice spikes piercing the body rang out frequently.
The Qingyuan Sect disciple who was hit was frozen in place before he could even let out a complete scream!
Blood, spiritual energy, and even thought all froze under that terrifying chill.
Their faces still held expressions of horror and disbelief, but their bodies had already turned into ice sculptures.
Immediately afterwards, a series of "click" sounds rang out.
The ice sculptures shattered in the breeze, turning into a pile of icy blue powder, leaving not a trace of blood.
Their magical artifacts and flying swords clattered to the ground, their spiritual light gone, and their surfaces covered with a thick layer of frost.
In an instant, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators were wiped out, dying without a sound.
Shangguan Ling'er stood there spotlessly, as if she had only done a trivial thing.
Her gaze swept across the body and landed on the waist of an ice sculpture that was not yet completely shattered. She saw a jade pendant covered in frost, but with a familiar design. It was the insignia of an inner disciple of the Qingyuan Sect!
"Qingyuan Sect?"
The coldness in Shangguan Ling'er's eyes was instantly ignited by anger, "It was you all!"
The perfect sister-in-law in her heart, the gentle and kind Wu Xuemei, is none other than the daughter of the Qingyuan Sect Master!
These Qingyuan Sect disciples, knowing her identity, dared to stage a sneak attack, kill her, and steal her treasure!
"It seems that Qingyuan Sect is on good terms with our Lingxiao Pavilion on the surface, but harbors malicious intentions behind the scenes! If a disciple acts in this way, the upper beam will be crooked and the lower beam will be crooked as well!"
Shangguan Ling'er was already frustrated because she couldn't find a better opportunity, and now she transferred all her anger to Qingyuan Sect.
"In that case, not a single Qingyuan Sect disciple in the southern region will leave alive!"
She stopped searching for any entrance and instead began to search for the aura of the Qingyuan Sect disciples.
With her top-grade ice spiritual root, she was extremely sensitive to energy fluctuations. Under her conscious probing, the disciples of Qingyuan Sect were like fireflies in the dark, with nowhere to hide.
Fifteen disciples of the Qingyuan Sect were collecting water-rich stones in a spiritually vibrant river valley. Suddenly, blue snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and the temperature plummeted.
"It's snowing? How could this happen in the secret realm..."
Some people are confused.
Before the words were finished, a white figure appeared above like an ice sprite.
Shangguan Ling'er remained expressionless, her hands forming a hand seal.
"Extreme cold storm!"
Woo!
A biting wind suddenly appeared, whipping up a sky full of blue snow, instantly turning the entire valley into an icy hell.
The cold wind was like a knife, cutting through the protective aura of everyone. Blue snow clung to it and quickly froze into ice.
The Qingyuan Sect disciples' movements became stiff, and their spiritual energy stagnated.
"It's that little girl from Lingxiao Pavilion. Why did she want to kill us?"
Someone recognized her and screamed in terror.
But it's too late.
Shangguan Ling'er didn't answer at all. Her face was cold, and her fingertips swept across the void, shooting out beams of icy divine light.
The disciples struck by the divine light instantly turned into ice sculptures, their very souls frozen.
In just a few breaths, the valley returned to silence, leaving only fifteen ice sculptures in various poses, telling tales of final fear amidst the blue snow.
Twenty-three disciples of the Qingyuan Sect were hunting a demonic beast in an ancient forest.
Suddenly, they discovered that the trees, vines, and even the soil beneath their feet were covered with a smooth, hard shell of ice.
"Oh no! The Frost Domain, someone's attacking!"
The leading disciple, possessing exceptional insight, paled drastically.
Shangguan Ling'er strolled out from the depths of the forest, freezing everything in her path.
She didn't even use powerful magic; she simply used her mind.
"Absolutely freezing!"
The temperature within the area reached an unbelievably low level.
The crowd's thinking became sluggish, and their spiritual energy was like a frozen river, impossible to mobilize.
They watched helplessly as Shangguan Ling'er, like harvesting wheat, lightly waved her slender hand, and gusts of cold air swept past, causing her companions to stiffen and fall to the ground, their life force fading away.
Their Foundation Establishment cultivation, which they were so proud of, was meaningless in the face of this absolute cold.
Twenty-three people, in a state of stagnation and despair, drifted into a cold, eternal sleep.
The third wave, the fourth wave...
Shangguan Ling'er's figure became a nightmare for the disciples of Qingyuan Sect in the southern region.
Her hunting methods are clean, efficient, and effective, and she is always accompanied by ice.
Sometimes, icicles fall like rain, piercing through all defenses; sometimes, icy thorns rise from the earth, piercing people into the air; sometimes, getting close to her means being robbed of life by her invisible chill.
She wasn't as bloodthirsty and violent as Xiao Qiushui, but the fear she brought was just as profound.
……
Outside the Immortal Burial Valley, the Qingyuan Sect camp.
After the storm that caused the soul tablets in the northern region to shatter one after another, the remaining thirty-five soul tablets remained intact for nearly two hours without breaking.
This brief calm, like the calm before a storm, made everyone in the Kiyohara sect hold their breath.
Wu Yuanshan stared intently at the soul tablet, his bloodshot eyes revealing both hope and fear.
He prayed frantically in his heart: "It's stopped, it's finally stopped? God help us, as long as these thirty-five disciples can get out, our sect still has hope..."
People from other sects also recovered slightly from their initial shock, but their gazes toward the Kiyohara Sect became even more complicated.
"It's stopped? It seems Kiyohara's luck hasn't completely run out yet."
"Hmph, with so many geniuses dead, it must be a serious blow."
What terrifying secret lies hidden within this hidden realm?
The various sects reacted with a range of emotions: some were worried, some sneered, some mocked, and some even secretly gloated.
The sect leader of Lingxiao Pavilion also breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Ling'er has the Ice Phoenix protecting her, as well as various protective magic treasures. As long as no extremely dangerous creature at the Nascent Soul stage appears, she should be able to turn misfortune into good fortune..."
However, just as the members of the Qingyuan Sect were beginning to relax their guard,
"Crack! Click!"
Two sharp, chilling cracking sounds, like thunderclaps, shattered once again in the deathly silence of the night!