While Ning Batian and the others were all engulfed in shock,
the sky over the Ice Holy Land suddenly darkened, and continuous muffled thundering sounds resonated from above. Ye Chenfeng, sitting cross-legged on the snowy ground, experienced a sudden surge in Sword Intent. A huge white sword shadow abruptly soared from within Ye Chenfeng's body, carving three sword scars across the dim sky, as if to split the heavens themselves.
Ye Chenfeng slowly opened his eyes, a flash of white chill gleaming from his pupils. He stood up from the snow, expressionless, and although his strength remained at the latter period of the Spirit Communication Realm Fourth Heavenly Layer, his entire aura was extremely sharp, as if he were an unrivaled divine sword exuding a bone-chilling frost.
