"This pavilion is not afraid of you."
Zi Qian sneered, drawing the Silver Light Treasure Sword from his back, his surrounding inner power surging, making his purple robe billow despite the calm air.
"Hundred-step Flying Sword!"
Whoosh!
The Silver Light Treasure Sword transformed into a stream of light, the fierce Sword Qi spreading where it passed, carving deep traces in the stone slabs, hurtling towards Qin Yang with immense speed.
"Ice Seal Talisman, freeze!"
With a flick of his hand, Qin Yang sent an Ice Seal Talisman flying towards the Silver Light Treasure Sword.
The ice-white talisman transformed into icy white light upon contact with the Silver Light Treasure Sword, instantly covering the entire sword with a thick layer of frost.
The speed of the Silver Light Treasure Sword immediately stalled, slowing down significantly.
Qin Yang sidestepped, his Purple Blood Soft Sword swinging sharply, knocking the now-slowed Silver Light Treasure Sword aside.
