60: Chapter 60 This woman, she's actually from the Ice Soul Immortal Palace?!

"Something's not right."

Yun Qinghan's beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

"This power... is not purely demonic power. There's something else mixed in."

With her reminder, Zhao Ruoan also noticed the problem.

The state of this Thunder Beast at this moment was so similar to how Elder Tianxing looked when his corpse came back to life in the Tianxing Ruins!

There was no mistake.

This Divine Ability Realm Thunder Beast had been corroded by Elder Tianxing's cold, decaying remnant Soul Power, or rather... possessed!

No wonder it said he had ruined its "thousand-year grand plan."

Perhaps Elder Tianxing's remnant soul originally wanted to use this Thunder Beast's body to achieve Rebirth and plot something else, only to be interrupted by him.

All the clues connected into a complete line in Zhao Ruoan's mind.

"A mere Lower Realm Cultivator... actually managed to hurt this seat..."

A raspy, venomous voice echoed between heaven and earth.

The mutated One-Horned Thunder Beast stared fixedly at Yun Qinghan with its crimson beastly pupils, filled with contempt.

"However, it ends here!"

Opening its bloody maw wide, it violently spat out a purplish-black beam of light mixed with destructive lightning and blood-fiend energy!

Wherever the beam of light passed, space let out an overburdened wail. The terrifying pressure even caused some of the lower-cultivation Disciples on the Azure-Feathered War Bird to spit blood on the spot and collapse in weakness.

This strike was more terrifying than any of the previous ones!

However, facing this world-destroying strike, Yun Qinghan's expression did not change in the slightest.

She did not even make any extra movements.

She simply extended a slender, jade-like finger and tapped lightly toward the purplish-black beam of light.

*Buzz.*

A three-foot-long sword, completely translucent as if cast from glazed ice crystals, emerged from behind her.

Upon the blade, an icy-blue sword light, condensed to the absolute limit, flashed and vanished.

At this moment, time seemed to have been paused.

The raging wind stopped.

The pouring torrential rain froze in mid-air.

Less than a hundred meters away from the Azure-Feathered War Bird, that unstoppable purplish-black beam of light was rapidly covered by a layer of visible frost, and then... shattered inch by inch.

The sword light lost none of its momentum, ignoring the distance of space to instantly slash onto the One-Horned Thunder Beast.

*Pfft!*

A dull sound of a sharp blade entering flesh rang out.

The One-Horned Thunder Beast's massive body suddenly stiffened, and from head to tail, a thin, icy-blue line flashed across.

Under this single sword strike, its life force was completely severed.

"No... Impossible... How could the Lower Realm... have someone like you..."

For the first time, emotions called "horror" and "incomprehension" surfaced in its brutal and venomous beastly eyes.

Before it could finish its words, it turned into a streak of light and fled toward the depths of the mountain range.

*Gulp.*

Elder Xiong swallowed hard, his entire body going numb.

Is this... the true strength of the Sect's combat power ceiling?

This is just too ridiculous, isn't it?

The other Disciples were even more dumbfounded, their minds blank, completely losing the ability to think.

"Ruoan, you return to the Sect with Elder Xiong and the others first."

Yun Qinghan withdrew her long sword, her voice returning to its usual coldness.

"The things in this mountain range are somewhat strange. I will go deeper to take a look."

Having said that, without waiting for Zhao Ruoan's reply, her figure turned into a streak of light and instantly vanished into the horizon, flying toward the deeper parts of the Tianyao Mountain Range.

"Senior... Senior Brother Zhao..."

Senior Sister Liu spoke tremulously. Looking at Zhao Ruoan, her expression held nothing but endless envy besides admiration.

"Your Revered Master... is just too fierce!"

"More than just fierce, this is simply a deity descending to earth!" another Disciple chimed in. "I feel like our Sect Master wouldn't even last a single move before her!"

"With such a Revered Master backing him up, Senior Brother Zhao can probably walk sideways in the entire Great Xia Dynasty—no, the entire Xuanhuang Realm—from now on, right?"

Everyone chimed in, their expressions when looking at Zhao Ruoan filled with heartfelt awe and envy.

Elder Xiong exhaled a long breath of turbid air, steadied his mind, and once again urged the Azure-Feathered War Bird to fly toward the Sect.

Zhao Ruoan stood at the bird's head, looking in the direction his Revered Master had vanished, without the slightest worry.

He knew better than anyone else.

The strength of his Revered Master was far beyond what this small Lower Realm world could ever imagine.

...

Deep within the Tianyao Mountain Range, a purplish-black streak of light pierced through the curtain of rain, fleeing for its life toward the depths in an extremely wretched state.

How could the mutated One-Horned Thunder Beast still possess even half of its previous arrogance?

Upon its massive body, a bone-deep sword scar ran from head to tail. The icy-blue coldness constantly eroded its flesh and demonic power, making every extra breath of flight a bone-scraping agony.

This was not even what terrified it the most.

What truly scared the soul out of it was the light-blue figure relentlessly pursuing it from behind.

That woman!

Just what was that woman's origin?

How could a powerhouse of this level exist in the Lower Realm!

Shattering its Divine Ability with a single finger, and nearly killing it on the spot with a single sword strike.

This kind of strength completely exceeded its cognitive boundaries of this world.

It had used this Thunder Beast body to hibernate for nearly a thousand years, and it knew the top combat forces of Cang Prefecture and even the entire Great Xia Dynasty like the back of its hand.

It had the confidence to contend with the Sect Master of the Qingxuan Sect or that old monster of the Imperial Family.

But where on earth did this woman pop up from?

That Sword Intent, pure to the absolute limit, and that overbearing manner that treated the Laws of heaven and earth as nothing...

It had only ever felt such things from those existences "above."

Could it be...

A thought that even it found absurd rose in its mind, only to be forcefully snuffed out.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could those high and mighty existences descend upon this barren land?

"Trying to run?"

A cold voice suddenly rang in its ears.

The One-Horned Thunder Beast felt its heart and gall split with fear. It desperately squeezed out the last bit of power in its body, its speed surging by another thirty percent as it turned into a blurry, bloody flash of lightning.

However, as fast as it was, the Sword Intent behind it was even faster.

Yun Qinghan looked at that frantically fleeing Demonic Qi, her expression showing not the slightest ripple.

She simply raised her hand and pinched a simple sword hand-seal.

In an instant, the rain between heaven and earth froze.

Twelve sword shadows, condensed from absolute ice, quietly emerged behind her.

Every single sword shadow emitted a piercing chill capable of freezing the Divine Soul. Where the sword tips pointed, even space rippled.

"Go."

Her vermilion lips parted slightly as she uttered a single word.

*Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!*

Twelve ice-crystal sword shadows tore through the sky, bringing with them sharp, wind-breaking sounds, catching up to that bloody lightning flash at a speed that defied common sense.

"This is... the Twelve Cold Moons Sword!"

Sensing the sword momentum behind it that was enough to completely annihilate it, the remnant soul inside the One-Horned Thunder Beast let out a scream of utter horror.

It recognized this sword art!

This was not a Lower Realm Cultivation Technique!

This was an un-imparted secret of the Upper Realm's Ice Soul Immortal Palace!

This woman, she is actually from the Ice Soul Immortal Palace?!

It was over.

Completely over.

How could it have provoked such an existence?