The surroundings were silent. Baize wanted to attack, but his hands had long since been severed. He tried to move, but the silvery-white blade pressed directly against his throat.
"It's over."
A cold voice rang out. Qiushenglang grabbed the other's neck, put strength into his arm, and hurled Baize directly into the depths of the distant white-mist cage.
Qiushenglang stared quietly for a long moment before letting out a deep breath. His figure surged forward once more, his blade slashing out to swat away the severed mechanical arms just as he had done before.
Then, he smoothly approached the sword he had previously thrust into the ground, reached out to pull it out, and swung it fiercely, hurling this blade toward the center of the white mist as well.
The sword spun in the air, descended, and embedded itself in the ground. Seeing this, Qiushenglang waved his hand, transforming the blade in his grasp back into a sword, and stabbed it into the ground before him. He activated the Ice Mist Card to its full capacity.
Outside the white mist and within it, the two blades resonated. The surrounding white mist expanded once more.
The ice mist billowed, spreading continuously this time like a torrential fog, enveloping a full two-thirds of the entire District 1.
With this done, Qiushenglang reached down to pull the sword from the ground, grasped it in his hand, and turned away, ignoring the crowd trapped within the mist behind him, as well as the other blade stuck inside.
Qiushenglang's…
Chapter 179