The ice blue sword, pointed towards Lin Xuan, emitted unpredictable cold light.
Lin Xuan lightly exerted his strength, and on his sword finger, a golden Thunder Sword materialized, with golden arcs of electricity thrumming with terrifying power.
"At the Eighth Rank of Mystical Realm you have already managed to reach this step of transformation, you are the first, indeed you are worth my effort!" the white-robed youth, Yin Shaoli, said in a cold voice as he thrust his ice sword directly.
With one thrust, blue frost rapidly spread from his feet in all directions, covering the entire second floor with blue ice crystals clear as glass.
All the martial artists around channeled their Spiritual Power to resist this chilling force. As their gaze fell upon the Ice Blade, they instinctively screamed out.