Frost and a rain of blood surged into the sky, scattering in all directions.
Xiao Yurong unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, her body clad in the biting edge of frosty blades, sending out seven or eight consecutive attacks.
Shen Ye casually deflected them with ease, then struck out with a single chopping motion of his hand.
Sword Skill·Long Hatred.
Hundreds of arcs of Sword Light blasted Xiao Yurong along with her frost far into the distance.
Thud.
She landed heavily on the opposite side of the street, her entire body appearing as if it had been shredded by a thousand blades. After trembling for a few seconds on the ground, she went still.
Above, in the sky.
Another Xiao Yurong began descending.
"Fighting me like this is utterly meaningless."
Shen Ye sighed and spoke.
"I've completely seen through this Hand Blade technique of yours. It's just that its power is tremendous, and I couldn't block it momentarily," Xiao Yurong said flatly.
