Lin Qingzhu did not say a word and only silently held the Violet Cloud Sword in her hand tightly. There was a trace of sword light between her brows, and invisible sword intent had already formed.
"Supreme Hall? Then let's give it a try…" Lin Qingzhu instantly drew her sword after she spoke coldy, and a cold chill instantly erupted.
The extreme frost aura gradually became stronger. For a moment, everyone present was stunned.
An elder of the Supreme Hall behind Lu Yan looked at Lin Qingzhu solemnly. "Mystical Ice Bone? Hmm… This person's talent is not bad. It's said that Ye Qiu's swordsmanship is divine and he's known as the White-Robed Sword Immortal. I wonder how much his disciple has learned from him?"
