The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy
Chapter 407: A Grand Entrance Worth Every Penny

Chapter 407: Chapter 407: A Grand Entrance Worth Every Penny

A gentle breeze swept across the weed-filled plain, with Fang Zhou and Ming Aoshuang standing on opposite sides.

Xiao Yin, as the only witness, stood not far away. She had to keep a close watch, lest any casualties occurred on either side, exacerbating the conflict to an irreconcilable level.

As long as Fang Zhou’s performance exceeded the passing mark, she would immediately call for a halt.

This thousand-mile plain was home to many demon beasts. At this moment, the astonishing aura emitted by the two had startled the beasts within a kilometer radius, causing them to whimper and flee with their tails tucked between their legs.

Ming Aoshuang was not a person of many words and had no interest in continuing a war of words with this detestable man, Fang Zhou.

A chill gleamed in her pitch-black eyes, and the surrounding temperature plummeted instantly. Countless frost crystals fell from thin air, covering the ground within over ten meters in pure white frost.

The frost seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gathering in front of Ming Aoshuang to form a crystal-clear longsword, as if crafted from icy glaze, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Is she really pulling out the Glazing Qing Shuang Sword?"

The onlooking Xiao Yin gasped in astonishment. The Glazing Qing Shuang Sword was Ming Aoshuang’s primary magic treasure, not easily used unless encountering a true adversary.

Clearly, Fang Zhou was not worth Ming Aoshuang using the Qing Shuang Sword. The only reason was that his sarcastic remarks earlier had completely infuriated Ming Aoshuang.

On the other side, Fang Zhou also summoned the Xuanyuan Sword. However, seeing the rival’s magic treasure’s glorious entrance and then looking at his own dull Xuanyuan Sword, Fang Zhou felt deeply discouraged.

Damn, why does someone else’s treasure sword have such high prestige, while yours looks like a stick pulled out of a latrine?

The Xuanyuan Sword trembled slightly, seemingly protesting silently about who had made it appear as if it had fallen into a latrine.

Fang Zhou realized this too. If the Xuanyuan Sword’s original color was restored, its golden brilliance would definitely dazzle the opponent. The only problem was it might be deemed tasteless, like a nouveau riche.

While Fang Zhou was contemplating this, Ming Aoshuang had already taken action. The suspended Qing Shuang Sword in front of her shot forward abruptly.

In the instant it was unleashed, the entire world seemed to fall silent. Time subconsciously slowed down, all things froze, and even light could only move slowly.

The flying Qing Shuang Sword almost froze the surrounding space, with frost scattering from its blade, leaving a pure white trail of snow on the ground.

The sword brought with it the chill of winter, transforming into a breathtaking coldness, freezing the time along its path, carrying the roar of the howling wind, heading towards Fang Zhou with great force.

The speed was too fast; by the time Fang Zhou caught the movement trajectory of the Qing Shuang Sword, it had already brought the severe cold right in front of him.

Fang Zhou felt his body slowing down dramatically as if frozen,

A strong sense of dread surged in his heart. Without hesitation, he backed away suddenly, while the Xuanyuan Sword transformed into a beam of sword light, fiercely slashing towards the Qing Shuang Sword.

Not yet touching it, the Xuanyuan Sword was quickly stuck within the surrounding cold of the Qing Shuang Sword, unable to move, a thick layer of frost quickly covering its blade, seemingly about to freeze it solid.

Fang Zhou’s Innate True Qi quickly infused into the Xuanyuan Sword.

A burst of golden light appeared, and the Xuanyuan Sword instantly returned to its original color, emitting a golden glow, dispelling the frost on its blade.

The Xuanyuan Sword regained its freedom and once again slashed towards the Qing Shuang Sword.

Clang!

The gray and white treasure swords collided, two opposing and mutually restraining energies intertwined, exploding like a landslide in a flash of light.

The chill froze the surrounding space into layers of white powder-like fog, pierced by the almost tangible golden light.

"Four types of True Qi?"

Ming Aoshuang’s cold and charming face showed a trace of surprise.

Like most female cultivators, Ming Aoshuang’s True Qi attribute was also yin. During battle, the yin-cold True Qi rapidly lowered temperature, creating frost.

Fang Zhou’s True Qi, however, was a balance of Yin Yang, combined with Gold Wood attributes, much stronger than mere yin-cold True Qi.

But Ming Aoshuang had been honing her yin-cold True Qi for many years, with power not much inferior to Fang Zhou’s, and moreover, battles were not solely reliant on attribute restraint.

The severe cold emanating from the Qing Shuang Sword almost froze the time around it, even the brilliantly glowing Xuanyuan Sword struggled to withstand such terrifying low temperatures, with ice once again forming on its blade.

Fang Zhou steadied his retreating steps, quickly deploying the Sword Control Technique, utilizing Husband’s Current Offense.

In his perception, the Qing Shuang Sword was like a mass of pale blue glow of coldness, Fang Zhou attempted to entice the Qing Shuang Sword, but it had no reaction whatsoever.

This sword, much like its owner, was filled with aloofness and indifference, disdainful of Fang Zhou’s attempts at cajoling, not like Gou Cheng’s Yingchen Sword which responded eagerly without being prompted.

Seeing that the enticing didn’t work, Fang Zhou could only resort to force, directly using the Sword Control Technique to forcibly control the Qing Shuang Sword.

The Qing Shuang Sword immediately struggled fiercely, strongly resisting Fang Zhou’s control.

Although he couldn’t force control, the speed of the Qing Shuang Sword also halted, hovering in place to resist Fang Zhou’s disturbance.

"Courting death!"

Ming Aoshuang’s face showed an angry expression. To Ming Aoshuang, Fang Zhou’s interference with the Qing Shuang Sword was akin to harassing her companion, an immense affront.

She suddenly swung her sleeve, a breeze conjured up, growing larger and larger in an instant, forming a spinning whirlwind, like a mighty tornado, sweeping across towards Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou shifted his thoughts slightly, executing "Sword Return to Extremity" from the Kun Sword Style!

The Xuanyuan Sword, entwined with the Qing Shuang Sword, instantly transformed into sixty-four swords, rapidly assembling into a rotating golden ring of swords, standing before him.

The surging cold wind fiercely collided with the ring of swords, causing a thunderous boom, pushing the entire ring and Fang Zhou back several meters.

The scattered storm winds gouged out two hundred-meter-long trenches on the ground on either side of Fang Zhou, the frozen earth flung into the air, turning into a rain of debris, clattering down.

Ming Aoshuang’s eyes were filled with frost, her long hair flying, her sleeves billowing, the cold wind wrapped in ice incessantly pounded against the ring of swords, each piece of frost like a sharp blade, madly crashing into the ring, the sound of metal clashing like a storm merging into one continuous note.

Meanwhile, the severe cold continued to freeze the ring of swords, forming layers of ice on it, even Fang Zhou’s use of Innate True Qi to dispel it was to no avail.

Much like Fang Zhou himself, gradually stiffening under the low temperature.

Ming Aoshuang’s attack might not have been as powerful as the moonlight beam of Yun Zheyue, but the sustained damage was equally terrifying, especially the astonishingly low temperature. free.web(n)ove(l)(.)c(o)m

No wonder she was so confident in wanting to severely teach Fang Zhou a lesson, being indisputably powerful as the leader of the younger generation among the Five Constants.

Fang Zhou had no other choice but to summon out the golden glitter, flying towards Ming Aoshuang, aiming a fierce punch at her emotionless charming face.