A huge pressure condensed on the frost sword, and suddenly—
Zap!
Thin rays of electricity moved along the frost sword.
A distant, icy, restless, forceful, and unstoppable powerful aura came out of Lou Qianxue, and the audience under the stage had to struggle to stand.
The air distorted as if the glow from the sword had cut it open.
Everyone widened their eyes in shock and fright. They were sure that this glow could easily claim their lives.
Whoosh!
The glowing sword that contained the ice inscription pattern and the lightning sword intent crashed toward Lou Xingchen as the crowd trembled in fear.
"Hmph!" Lou Xingchen had seen the power of the lightning form in Baicao Garden, and her face turned pale. However, she knew what to do next. Instead of dodging, she stubbornly raised her head, forced herself to stay calm, and hummed.
Boom!
The sword finally struck its target.
