Seeing this, Zhao Sheng still remained expressionless. His hands trembled continuously, and eight crystal-clear ice swords, each three feet long, abruptly took shape.
These ice swords circled around his body in one turn, soared into the sky, and then merged into a transparent Ice Giant Sword of great tenacity.
Without a word, Zhao Sheng pinched the sword formula. The giant ice sword suddenly shuddered and split into four rays of sword light that seemed both real and illusory. The sword light flew out in unison, directly confronting the golden sword rainbow, and tangled with it without showing any signs of weakening.
At that moment, Zhao Sheng looked up at Zhen Yue, his right hand touching his waist. With a flick of his hand, four Second Order True Talismans flew out together.
