The power of pressure brought on by the two great saints was terrible. Even if their strengths were constrained inside the imperial mausoleum, the power of the saints was still pressing down in this space. Ye Futian cast a glimpse at Saint Xihua. It was unexpected that some of the accumulated grievances would now explode within this imperial mausoleum.
A sword appeared in the hand of the Glass Saint. The sword was cold, like the moon in winter, seemingly capable of freezing anyone's soul. At this moment, all the gentleness and kindness had gone out of the eyes of the Glass Saint. There was only coldness remaining, warning strangers not to get close.
It was as if this was the other side of Glass Saint.
Many saints in the Nine States only knew that the Glass Saint cultivated in ice affinity but did not know that she was also an expert in swords.
