Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Ice Condensation Technique, as the name suggested, condensed spiritual energy and power into one fatal stream designed to completely obliterate.
Feng Mo’er wanted her to die without a burial place!
The gray vortex had already gathered about seventy percent of Feng Mo’er’s spiritual power. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she hurled her completed Ice Condensation Technique at Feng Ruchu.
The gray vortex holding that much spiritual power was more than capable of destroying everything in its way.
Feng Ruchu had no knowledge of spiritual techniques, but she could sense that the vortex of water and air rushing towards her held enough power to tear her to pieces.
She clenched her teeth and struggled, desperately trying to get rid of the ice shackles.
She had combat and metaphysics skills, but she was completely useless when it came to these attacks that one would usually only see in fantasy movies.
Was she really going to die here?
“Xuanbing, hurry up and stop the Ice Condensation Technique! That slave will not be able to withstand the blow!” A middle-aged man from the high platform called out suddenly, a hint of impatience in his tone.
The young man called Xuanbing took an elegant sip from the ink blue and white teacup in his hand before he remarked casually, “The Holy Cloud Palace has never interfered with any sacrificial matters, so how can I intervene?”
Dizhang stroked his beard which was only about one centimeter long and said, “I feel that although this slave does not have any spiritual energy or power, she is rather skilled at martial arts. Just look at the way she slayed the spiritual beasts—she is not only quick, but her strikes are fierce and powerful. If she is given the right training, she could become a very skilled martial artist in the future.”
Chihang was an apothecary, but she had a very cold temperament. She tilted her head and scoffed, “Brother Dizhang, are you saying she has potential? I feel she is only interesting because the rest of those slaves were utterly useless. I do not believe her abilities would be anything more than a servant who is in charge of sweeping your house. If she cannot even avoid the Ice Condensation Technique, then her death would not be a loss anyway.”
Dizhang could only scratch his head. Though slightly exaggerated, her words did make some sense.
This girl was merely a teenager who did not have any spiritual energy or power at all. She did not know how to make use of spiritual energy and was relying solely on her physical strength. How could she possibly win against Feng Mo’er who had almost entered the Mysticfrost Clan last year?
At last, the Ice Condensation Technique had reached Feng Ruchu.
Her eyes widened at the ferocious vortex before her.
Suddenly, the thin layer of ice around Feng Ruchu’s body shattered into pieces. She stumbled back as a thunderous ‘bang’ rang out, sounding as though a meteor had just crashed onto Earth.
The huge Ice Condensation Technique had been reflected by an unknown force, and it bounced back in Feng Mo’er’s direction.
Feng Mo’er’s arrogant expression quickly turned into a shocked one as she watched her Ice Condensation Technique turn against her.
The Ice Condensation Technique was her most powerful skill, and she had never missed a target before. How could she miss when using it on a slave?
She gasped as she realized that the Ice Condensation Technique heading in her direction was now mixed with a powerful spiritual energy that she had never felt before.
Everyone was shocked by the sudden surge of spiritual energy.
Another loud bang echoed in the sky, and a bolt of lightning descended like a winding dragon.
The sky instantly went from sunny to dark, with thunder and lightning rippling through the clouds.