"Hiss..." But, as Feng Yin's sword was drawn, Su Chen also drew his sword.
A simple swing.
Seven-Stage Peak Sword Rhyme.
Pure strength exceeding five thousand Chaotic Power.
Enough.
Already enough.
As for the other Four Great Cosmic Supreme Treasures, they were useless.
Still, even so, a trace of surprise and terror appeared on Feng Yin's stunning, frosty face.
She sensed danger.
At that instant.
Whoosh!
The two Sword Lights suddenly crossed.
Without any time interval.
The chill abruptly halted, as if torn apart.
Countless ice flowers instantly transformed into water droplets, falling to the ground.
The seven-stage Ice Rhyme let out a mournful cry, crushed into nothingness.
Completely defeated.
Su Chen's sword landed on Feng Yin.
Landed on her shoulder.
Blood splattered.
Feng Yin coughed up blood flying backward, face pale.
At that very moment.
