Instant Kill! Meng Wanshu's Formidable Strength!

Cold killing intent flickered within Jiuxiao's dragon eyes as Meng Wanshu shot forward in an instant! "Frost Severing Myriad Li!!" Boom! A terrifying domain expanded in a flash! The ice-blue slender silhouette swept in at breakneck speed, freezing the surrounding space solid in her wake. Even the great demons darting past her were completely frozen in an instant. One of the men's eyes darkened, and he warned coldly, "Careful!!" Boom! Meng Wanshu's cultivation had currently stabilized at the middle Body Integration Realm, yet the lethality she could unleash was even greater than that of some late Body Integration Realm cultivators. Cold killing intent glinted in Meng Wanshu's eyes as she murmured softly, "Apocalypse: Snow Shadow." Buzz! An overwhelmingly potent freezing sword intent spread out instantly! An ice-blue phantom emerged behind her, and the surrounding frost power grew significantly stronger for reasons unknown. The void through which the frost power surged fractured under the sheer strain, splintering into dense webs of pitch-black cracks. Rumble! The moment the elderly leader felt this power, his pupils shrank to pinpricks. "Spirit comprehension!!" "Be on guard! This little girl has actually grasped the power of spirit comprehension—and an ice-attribute spirit comprehension at that!!" The elderly leader was named Pan Ji, the most powerful among their group, at the peak Body Integration Realm. His gaze sharpened, and he said in a heavy voice, "Bingcheng, Ziji, be careful!" With those words, the sword in Pan Ji's hand suddenly erupted with scorching flame power. Raising his hand, he slashed three horizontal strikes to seal off Meng Wanshu's path. Majestic arcs of flaming sword light flew forward in a triangular formation, one behind the other. Meng Wanshu watched with calm eyes and leaped into the air! Her spinning body slipped right through the narrow gap between two of the sword beams. With a slight push of her feet, she shifted several zhang sideways midair, easily dodging the final sword beam. Chuckling derisively, she muttered softly, "Too slow." Before her voice had faded, the frost power beneath her feet gleamed faintly. Channeling her footwork technique, she left behind a trail of afterimages and shot directly toward the two injured men! Facing the sword qi raging in all directions, Meng Wanshu lowered her stance slightly, dodging while striking repeatedly with the sword in her right hand! Boom! Boom! Rumble! Trees across the surrounding forest exploded one after another. Meng Wanshu and her sword broke through their containment, gliding past like a swimming fish, closing in on the two injured cultivators in the blink of an eye. Buzz! Snow Shadow's blade was instantly enveloped in an ice-blue luminescence. As snowflakes drifted around them, the others found their movements severely restricted. Right then, Pan Bingcheng and Pan Ziji felt an unprecedented dread of death engulf them. With no time to think, the two joined forces to unleash their domains, desperately trying to counter Meng Wanshu's onslaught. Yet the domain power they brought forth was completely frozen solid in an instant by an overwhelming, crushing might! Almost purely by instinct, a ruthless glint flashed in Pan Bingcheng's eyes. Raising his hand, he slashed out a terrifying golden sword beam. Blue veins bulged along his neck as he bellowed, "Soaring Cloud Jade Divine Sword!!" Swish, swish, swish! Sword momentum surged abruptly as majestic sword intent gushed forth—yet compared to Meng Wanshu's, his Sword Gall Realm sword intent paled considerably. Dozens of sword beams swept in suddenly, converging in a locking formation. The man beside him was just as swift. With a wave of his hand, several array plates floated beside him, erecting a ten-zhang barrier before the two of them. The saber in his hand carved a profound arc through the air, cleaving down right toward Meng Wanshu's head! From beginning to end, Meng Wanshu's eyes remained utterly calm. The ring on her finger flashed with light, and a mirror suddenly appeared behind her. Turning her sword, Meng Wanshu parted her pearly teeth and exhaled a breath of white mist laced with ice chips. "Song of Spring and Autumn: Spring Burial!!" Boom! An irresistible sword momentum rose in tandem. Snow Shadow Sword let out a resonant ring, bursting with an ice-blue halo. Several cold frost gleams flashed past from within the mirror! Two heads flew high into the air! For reasons none could fathom, the sword light had manifested directly inside the barrier. The horrifying sword qi split the earth open, carving out a frost-rimed ravine a hundred zhang long! That single strike also forced the remaining cultivators back dozens of zhang! The two headless corpses were frozen solid midair. Meng Wanshu extended a slender, delicate finger and tapped lightly. In an instant, the two corpses dissolved into fine ice powder and dissipated into nothingness, without even a single drop of blood spilling forth. Meng Wanshu stood with her sword in the center of the clearing. Her eyes flickered as she swept her gaze over the four men surrounding her. Her chest rose and fell slightly, her face pale. That sword strike just now was an immensely powerful technique from the inheritance within her memories. In the past, she had never dared unleash it, and now she saw why: this single strike had nearly drained thirty percent of the primal energy in her body. Had she unleashed it with all her might, the consumption would likely have been even greater. The men around her now wore grave expressions. Meng Wanshu's spirit comprehension belonged to the ice attribute. Such power made her far stronger than them, to say nothing of her terrifying cultivation realm—and not a single one among them had achieved spirit comprehension... Cold light gleamed in Pan Ji's eyes, cold sweat seeping involuntarily from the palm gripping his sword. To kill two early Body Integration Realm cultivators in a flash with thunderous momentum—such a figure forced them to be on high alert. "Little girl, who are you?" Meng Wanshu could not even be bothered to speak. Cold light flashed beneath her feet, and her figure vanished from the spot in an instant! The old man's face twitched, and he barked fiercely, "Form the Metal Spirit Slaughter Array! Trap and kill her!!" At his command, the remaining cultivators swayed into motion, stepping through profound astral steps as their positions shifted continuously. Primal energy surged around the four men, gradually falling into an uncanny equilibrium. Bit by bit, a profound battle array spanning a full hundred zhang was about to take shape. Meng Wanshu's beautiful eyes flickered rapidly. Beneath the blanket of her divine sense, she took in every single movement they made. A cold sneer curved at the corner of her lips. How could she let them form the array so smoothly? In an instant, spiritual light erupted from the boots beneath her feet. Formation light seemed to gleam on the soles, and inscribed talismans flashed with spiritual radiance around her ankles. Swish! Meng Wanshu's figure appeared behind one of the old men in an instant, and without hesitation, she thrust her sword forward with explosive force! Clang! Shock jolted through the old man's heart. He had not been able to see Meng Wanshu's movements at all. Fast—in that split second, her speed had reached an absolute extreme! His sword blocked behind him almost by pure instinct. A sharp clash of steel rang out, and the old man's body was sent flying backward instantly. With that single sword strike, the battle array was broken, torn open with a gaping breach. Just as the old man felt fortunate that his reactions had been fast enough, an enormous dragon claw abruptly loomed before him and impaled his body through! Roar! A terrifying dragon roar echoed. Jiuxiao slammed the old man's body into the ground beneath his foot, terrifying force instantly pulverizing every bone in the man's body to dust. Lowering his head, he unleashed a horrifying thunder breath straight down onto the old man! The terrible breath was like a thick bolt of heavenly tribulation lightning, blasting a deep crater into the earth. The old man was as dead as dead could be... Seeing this, Pan Ji's pupils constricted violently. Without a second thought, he spun around and fled, barking coldly, "Cross the col!!!" A slight curve appeared at the corner of Meng Wanshu's lips. She merely followed behind them without pressing too closely. Past the col... things would not be so easy to endure.