Liou Zhen flew in on his sword, casting the Cold Moon Sword high above his head.
The icy energy covering the Chaotic Scene, even affecting the warmth of the Outer Sect's five peaks, was completely infused into the Cold Moon Sword at this moment. The sword transformed into a giant blade of ice and snow, slicing toward Liou Le Yao, intending to kill her in one strike in the Chaotic Scene.
"Victory!" The situation on the field was crystal clear, Liou Yuan exclaimed excitedly, almost believing the battle would end with this strike from Liou Zhen.
"Liou Zhen!" The sound of lamentation, indistinguishable from laughter or tears, suddenly echoed outside the Outer Sect of the Five Extremes Mountain.
Liou Le Yao's twisted cheeks were covered with white frost. Under the erosion of the Snow Shattering Sword Qi, she slowly lifted her head, a mocking and mad glint in her remaining eye.
"Have you ever seen a lamenting Asura?"
