The gaping maw of the Frostfang Beast seemed to harbor an unimaginably terrifying power.
To create this formation, the Everfrost Sect had poured in countless resources and manpower, preparing for who knows how long, all for this one deadly strike.
Yet, when the Frostfang Beast roared and lunged at Sylvia with its jaws wide open...
Amidst the stunned and horrified gazes of the onlookers, Sylvia simply stood there, calm and unmoved. Even the motion of her sword seemed as tranquil as still water.
It was as if she didn't even care about the elaborate death trap the Everfrost Sect had painstakingly set up.
In front of the countless practitioners gathered from all corners of the Elant Continent, a single streak of green sword energy shot out from her wooden sword.
One strike. Just one.
This seemingly calm sword energy carried a force so sharp and overwhelming, it felt like it could tear through anything in its path.
