BOOM!
A crack of thunder echoed as a dazzling streak of light scarred the sky.
The descending Cold Qilin suddenly froze in midair, its overwhelming momentum coming to an abrupt halt.
The next moment, the entire Cold Qilin disintegrated, as if an invisible vertical line had sliced its body in two.
A sky full of shattered scales and ice rained down, turning into a blizzard of snow and hail.
But the true essence of the Cold Qilin within had already been severed, its power reduced to merely freezing mortals and crushing plants.
The White-haired Cultivator's lips trembled. He stared at Yang Jing as if looking at a terrifying monster. To think someone in the Golden Core Realm could actually master the Instant Sword Technique—an ultimate art of the Sword Dao.
'Is this man the reincarnation of an Immortal?'
All his fighting spirit had vanished. His only thought was how to escape.
