These sky-full ice crystals, numbering in the thousands, signified that, in the blink of an eye, a thousand ice swords were slicing towards Chu Fengmian.
"Ms. Mo's swordsmanship has improved even further. With the Cold Soul Sword in hand, I'm afraid her strength is enough to rank her among the top ten in the rankings of Wusheng Nation," someone remarked.
"With Ms. Mo utilizing her full strength, I'm afraid that this lad, Chu Fengmian, won't even be able to withstand this move."
"Quite likely, if we hadn't encountered a serendipitous adventure here within the mausoleum of the Emperor of Fertility, we too would have found it difficult to withstand this move."
Although the expressions of the others remained calm upon witnessing Mo Ruoxue's sword strike, the tone of their discussion was filled with surprise.