"Eh, 'Planting Beans into Soldiers'?"
The Blood Realm Venerable let out a light exclamation, but his face showed little change in expression. He raised his arm, and the blood light from the cane in his hand flourished immensely.
"No rush, let Xiao Wu handle it. It's a good opportunity to test the might of the newly refined Wind Snow Sword," Yuan Wuji lifted his hand and said.
Upon hearing this, the white-browed youth flew forward, a white light flickering in his right palm, and suddenly there was a three-foot-long white sword in his grasp, emitting a powerful chill.
The youth raised his arm and swung the sword in the air.
A boundless frost erupted, and in the void, snowflakes appeared out of nowhere, swept up in a wild, howling wind.
Large icicles and ice cones emerged throughout the hall, transforming the entire hall into a world of ice and snow, and the blood-colored barrier too became frozen solid.
