"Ice Venerable?" Xiao Yi furrowed his brows.
He had never heard of this figure.
Even among the many scrolls and documents he had read, these three words had never appeared.
Xiao Yi didn't think much of it and suddenly turned the Blizzard Sword in his hand.
The sword edge swept across horizontally.
However, the Blizzard Sword, which had already pierced through the ghost light, simply swept across once more.
As if striking air.
"Cold Ice Sea Covering Slash," Xiao Yi snorted coldly.
A tide of sword sounds poured out.
Yet, the result was still unable to trouble the ghost light in the slightest.
"Hehe," the ghost light laughed eerily, "Kid, it's useless. This is just my Spiritual Sense."
"Spiritual Sense?" Xiao Yi frowned at first, then his countenance drastically changed.
He hadn't heard of the Ice Venerable.
But 'Spiritual Sense,' he had seen it mentioned in some ancient texts.
Records on 'Spiritual Sense' were not detailed.
