C451 Ethereal Sect Master

Sword light cascaded like rain, elusive and untraceable, yet as steadfast as solid rock. No matter how fiercely the ice storm raged, it couldn't breach its defenses by even an inch. The disciples of the Ethereal Sect secretly exhaled in relief, a shiver of fear lingering from their narrow escape.

Ye Xu's gaze sharpened. The might of his ice storm was unquestionable