Wang Li Rests In Infirmary

Xia Bingling moved with a swiftness that belied her years, a flurry of graceful movements that spoke of honed experience. Each swing of her ice blade was a lethal dance, conjuring shimmering cages of frozen light. The disciples and elders of the Iron Hammer Sect, already demoralized and weakened, found themselves utterly helpless against the might of a Soul Integration Realm cultivator.

One by one, they were encased in large, translucent ice crystals. Their screams of defiance were muffled, quickly replaced by the eerie silence of suspended animation. Three Nascent Soul Realm elders, including the two who had controlled the puppets, and forty Core Formation Realm disciples – all victims of Xia Bingling's wrath.