บท 773: The Burning Snow

There was a hole on the stone window of the Wanyan Tower. The hole was made by a sword, but now the sword was missing. Snow floated inside through the broken window, falling on Master Huang Yang's blood-soaked kasaya.

Yu Lian could feel that the sharp sword style behind her was coming back. She frowned and waved her hand to roll up the snow in the air, as a means to resist the continuous falling light of Haotian Initiation, and finally, she took a step forward.

She might have looked like a cute little girl in that moment, but after the step, her aura totally changed and became as overwhelming as an army.

Instead of stepping on the shallow snow on the street, it looked more like that she was stepping on the vast Wilderness. She stepped as if she was drumming, and the ground was her drum. As she stepped, the ground in the Southern City started to shake.