Chapter 105 - Ice Blade

Cold air scattered, enveloping the entire small space.

Before the person arrived, the blast of his palm had already come, freezing everything ahead.

Blue ice instantly crept up the table and chairs, forming a huge ice sculpture.

Hu Man and Feng Bufan retreated in shock, flickering back dozens of feet, their shoes already coated with a layer of frost, crystal clear.

“What terrifying cold energy!” Hu Man was still shaken.

“Not good, Brother Lin, retreat quickly!” Feng Bufan shouted loudly.

Lin Xuan did not move, still holding his wine cup, slowly taking a sip.

Although frost had formed all around him, not a hint of cold was on his body.

If one looked closely, they would see that electrical arcs were flickering around him, forming a layer of thunder and lightning defense, blocking all the power of the cold ice outside.

“Die!” The cold-hearted youth’s palm struck down, and at a distance of three feet from Lin Xuan, the cyan palm suddenly caught at the air.

A flash of cold light shone from his palm, enveloping Lin Xuan.

Crack, crack, crack!

The icy cold energy enveloped Lin Xuan, instantly freezing him into an ice sculpture.

“Hahahahaha!” The cold-hearted youth laughed loudly, “What a master, just so-so, not even able to catch one of my palms!”

The crowd around them all fell silent, while Feng Bufan and Hu Man’s faces changed drastically, their eyes filled with a tinge of fear.

“I wonder what will happen if I shatter this ice sculpture?” The cold-hearted youth smiled wickedly, his palm slowly descending.

Feng Bufan and Hu Man exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, ready to take action.

However, at that moment, a red glow flashed within the ice sculpture, followed by the sound of cracking.

A crack appeared on the ice sculpture, which then suddenly enlarged, and the whole block of ice exploded.

The ice fragments did not scatter in all directions but instead formed together in the air into an icy blue sword, attacking the cold-hearted youth.

The astonishing change left everyone dumbfounded, including the cold-hearted youth, who retreated in panic.

In fact, the moment he was sealed in ice, Lin Xuan circulated the Cutting Origin Protective Sword Qi, protecting his body.

His Protective Sword Energy had already reached the Second Level, displaying a faint red color, completely impervious to the power of the cold ice.

Then he unleashed the Power of Thunder and Lightning, forcibly breaking open the ice block, and using his Soul Power to form the ice fragments into an Ice Sword, launching a counterattack.

“Snow Traceless!”

Seeing that he was about to be hit, the cold-hearted youth suddenly executed a movement technique, narrowly dodging the strike.

But Lin Xuan did not give him the chance to counterattack.

Fingertips tinged with bluish-gold sword light, he wielded sword energy at the level of small success, slashing through the air.

“Frost Ice Shield!”

The cold-hearted youth swiped his hands, condensing a hexagonal ice shield around his body for defense.

Hiss, hiss!

The power of the sword light exceeded his imagination, piercing directly through the ice shield, slashing onto his body.

Crack!

The hexagonal ice shield split in half down the middle, and the cold-hearted youth was sent flying backward, a thin line of a sword mark on his neck.

This was Lin Xuan’s mercy; otherwise, it would have likely pierced straight through his throat.

With one sword blow, Lin Xuan sent the cold-hearted youth flying, without even moving an inch, still holding his wine cup in hand.

The entire second floor was silent as the grave, everyone completely stunned, even the Martial Artists at the Spirit Sea Realm gasped for air, their hearts trembling uncontrollably.

“Bold enough to injure a disciple of the Wenxue Sect, what audacity!” A delicate shout rang out, immediately followed by a group of people walking out from the eastern private room.

There were four people in total, in the middle a young man dressed in a white robe, a deep blue longsword at his waist, his sleeves adorned with a fluttering snowflake pattern, the entire person as if chiseled from ten-thousand-year-old ice, making anyone who gazed upon him tremble inside.

To his left was a girl clad in a blue dress, her figure graceful, her face comely, her almond-shaped eyes glaring viciously at Lin Xuan.

To his right stood two ordinary-looking youths, their complexions dark, emitting an air of cold energy.

“Big brother, he dared to injure me, you must take revenge for me!” The cruel youth climbed up from the ground, pointed maliciously at Lin Xuan.

“Stop causing trouble, back off!” The youth in the white robe scolded with a low shout, immediately making the cruel youth shiver and, reluctantly, move to stand obediently behind the youth in white.

“My younger brother is rash by nature and has offended everyone here.

Please accept my apologies,” the youth in the white robe said indifferently.

The people present were slightly stunned, seemingly not expecting a disciple of the Wenxue Sect to apologize.

They could only agree to a few words, letting the matter pass.

The youth in the white robe nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Lin Xuan.

“As for you, injuring my younger brother, I’m afraid you still need to give me an explanation!”

Lin Xuan set down his wine glass and slowly stood up, his expression becoming more solemn.

He could feel that the youth in the white robe was powerful, far surpassing the malicious youth from before.

“What sort of explanation?”

“Take a strike from my sword; regardless of life or death, we’ll consider this matter closed,” the youth in the white robe said, with a blue light flashing in his eyes.

“Very well!” Lin Xuan was unafraid, his eyes even flashed with a hint of orange-red.

This was precisely the Purple Spirit Eyes, which he had only cultivated to the First Level, now brandishing them against his foe.

Lin Xuan’s reply elicited laughter from the several people behind the youth in white, their voices filled with contempt as if Lin Xuan had made a very foolish decision.

The malicious youth scoffed even more: “Do you really think your swordsmanship is invincible?

Let me tell you, my big brother is a genius on the Hidden Dragon List, known as the Ice Blade!”

“What, he’s a genius from the Hidden Dragon List!” The martial artists around them changed their expressions drastically; they had just been discussing the Hidden Dragon List and did not expect to meet one of its geniuses so soon.

People from the Hidden Dragon List were no weaklings; all were extraordinarily powerful martial artists, far from your average person.

“You are ‘Ice Blade’ Yin Shaoli!” A martial artist suddenly realized, gasping in a subdued exclamation.

“Yin Shaoli!” Hu Man’s faces became extremely unsightly as she hurriedly said, “Brother Lin, he is Yin Shaoli, ranked one hundred forty-three on the Hidden Dragon List, with strength comparable to the Chief Disciple of the Three Sects.

Don’t act rashly on impulse!”

The Chief Disciple refers to the first among core disciples.

In the Xuantian Sect, the Chief Disciple is Wan Jianxing, also a genius of the Hidden Dragon List.

“Chief Disciple?” Lin Xuan’s gaze flickered, “Don’t worry, I know my limits.”

If it were a matter of competing with a Chief Disciple now, perhaps he couldn’t win, since he had only been cultivating for about half a year.

But if it was just one move of swordsmanship, he was confident he could handle it.

Otherwise, what would be the point of talking about defeating Lin Feng?

“Good for you, young man, I believe in you; we have no cowards in Yunzhou!” Some forthright martial artists shouted out.

“A bunch of idiots!” The malicious youth sneered coldly.

The youth in the white robe also revealed a hint of surprise in his eyes and said lightly, “Your courage is admirable, but whether you can survive or not will depend on your luck!”

He did not draw the longsword at his waist, but instead slightly raised his palm, and immediately, a blue glow covered his hand.

Blasts of cold wind arose, snowflakes fluttered in midair, and the temperature of the entire space plunged abruptly, as if winter had arrived.

Crack, crack, crack!

In the hands of the youth in white, deep blue ice continuously surged forth, and in a moment, it formed a three-foot Ice Sword, surrounded by swirling cold air, its cold light flickering.

The next moment, the Ice Sword was aimed at Lin Xuan.