The cold wind, sharp as a blade, pierced the glazed tiles of the Snow Mountain Sect's grand hall. Dozens of long swords flashed with a cold light, encircling Shi Potian in the center. Barefoot on the trampled snow, the hem of his robe flapping violently in the wind, he remained utterly indifferent to the dozens of Snow Mountain disciples whose sword tips were already pressed against his throat. Such a tense, hair-trigger formation was to him nothing more than children playing with pebbles.
"Gou Zazhong! Today is your day to die!" Cheng Zixue roared hoarsely, the long sword in his palm wreathed in biting Genuine Qi as he thrust it toward Shi Potian's glabella. Before the tip arrived, the sword aura had already severed a few strands of hair at his temples. Yet Shi Potian seemed completely unaware. With a backhanded strike of his palm, his immense internal power jolted Cheng Zixue into taking three consecutive steps back, his long sword clattering to the floor.
"What bizarre martial arts this fellow has!" Liao Zili's Judge's Brush stabbed toward Shi Potian's lower back, but the tip merely left a shallow white mark on his lapel. Shi Potian neither dodged nor evaded, letting the brush dance across his waist. Just as the Judge's Brush was about to touch his skin, he suddenly flicked his finger, and the brush shaft snapped in two. Liao Zili's tiger's mouth split open, and fresh blood dripped from the broken brush onto the snow, instantly freezing into pearls of ice.
Chapter 201