The cold wind suddenly turned fierce. As Shi Potian's robes fluttered, he had already defeated seven Snow Mountain Sect disciples in succession. Tiptoeing on the ground, he kicked a long sword up into the air, its tip bursting midway into nine ice spikes that forced the pursuers back several dozen paces.
As Zhang San's blue gourd tipped over, the wine unexpectedly froze into spiderweb-like ice crystals on the snow. Meanwhile, Li Si's silver whip swept toward the hall pillars wrapped in crimson flames, sending wood chips flying to reveal a concealed crossbow trap.
"Gou Zazhong still knows sorcery!" Liao Zili's Judge's Brush whipped out three flower-like strokes, the tip tainted with "Ice Soul Cold Poison" gleaming with a deep blue in the sunlight. Shi Potian neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the brush tip to pierce his lapel. The moment it touched his skin, however, the internal energy of the Taixuan Scripture sucked the poison into his meridians like a whirlpool. With a reverse-handed palm strike, the red spots on his palm and the deep blue dots fused into a Taiji pattern before the horrified gazes of the Snow Mountain Sect disciples, sending Liao Zili flying back while vomiting blood.
Chapter 202