A clear sword light glimmered, shining bright in the ice-sealed world, dazzling and distinct. Cangming's eyes widened in horror, and a persistent fear began to form in his heart—a fear he'd never felt before. Anger, unwillingness, and a blend of complex emotions surged within him. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
"How can his swordsmanship break through the Absolute Zero Degree field's frozen seal? What kind of swordsmanship is this?" he murmured, teeth gritting. "Am I truly unable to beat him, even once?"
Before the sword light reached him, another green petal fell from the true form of the Seven-Colored Flower behind Cangming. In the next instant, the sword light engulfed him.