190 Two-Knife Cliff Thirteen

The sword spirit instantly felt immense pressure surrounding it. It found itself in a frozen wasteland.

The wind was biting cold. Ice arrows pierced the face. They were so fast and swift that there was no time to hide or dodge.

All around was a world of ice and snow. This was the illusion of the demonic elephant. The ice arrows inside were all real.

Instantly, I felt my speed slow down. Although I was a sword spirit, the chilling aura rushed towards me, clearly hindering my movements.

Ice rapidly condensed on the blade, as if connecting with the ice in the air. It became increasingly difficult to wield.

In the blink of an eye. There was no way to dodge or block it. The ice arrow was about to pierce through his body.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of relaxation wash over me, and the familiar aura of thunder and fire surged forth all around me. A towering, unmoving figure slowly stepped out from beside me.

At this moment, within the illusion, thunder and fire suddenly erupted. Intense flames rose from the ground, and thunder rumbled continuously in the void, instantly turning the surroundings unbearably hot.

The lightning and fire were incredibly hot, and the ice was incredibly cold; the air was rapidly filled with mist!

He Chen gripped the Gentleman's Blade, and the blade spirit instantly transformed into a ball and burrowed into the blade, causing the aura of thunder and fire to surge on the blade.

A terrifying aura surrounded me, gathering wind and clouds, dark clouds that blotted out the sun. Within the clouds, silver snakes flickered and leaped about, countless silver snakes of varying sizes!

Like a thunderstorm brewing, the power of a semi-saint dispels the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth.

Not to be outdone, the demonic elephant increased its power once more amidst the icy snow. In the frigid sky, amidst the freezing winter, snowflakes fell continuously, each snowflake resembling a thin, white, crystal-clear knife.

Rotate, cut, incredibly sharp.

Yun Qing and the others were also affected by this place; a cold wind blew, and thunder and fire rushed towards them, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

From a distance, the sky presents a stark contrast: one side is the dead of winter, while the other is a blazing, thunderous sun!

The beautiful scenery before us is truly a sight to behold, a sight rarely seen in a thousand years!

Within the illusion, everyone's eyes widened in amazement and astonishment. Yun Qing was also shocked. She had only heard that her son-in-law had the strength of a sixth-level expert, but now she was a Supreme Martial King.

And now, before my eyes, an illusion arises from the void—the Martial Emperor!

Whether it was the Martial Emperor or the Martial Saint, they were both outstanding figures among men!

An immense force spread outwards, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to split open, crushing vegetation into dust. High mountains crumbled and turned into plains.

The grand scale drew ever closer, as if it were the power of nature itself. Humans appeared so insignificant before nature.

Seeing the situation was turning against them, Yun Qing waved her hand, and the group retreated another mile. A biting, icy wind swept over them, along with scorching, burning air. It all felt manageable.

Looking at Miss Yunsu, he felt both envy and joy. Miss Yunsu had excellent taste in a son-in-law.

General Guan had retreated even further. Comparisons are odious; even comparing goods, it's still infuriating. Although his side outnumbered his men, their overall strength was insufficient. He could only retreat even further.

I'd heard before that the Yun family's son-in-law possessed the strength of a Martial King, and how much time has passed? His strength has increased so rapidly. This isn't a Martial King at all; he's definitely an old monster.

The illusion has materialized, but my own cultivation level is insufficient to determine its nature. Is it drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, or is it relying on the power of the universe? But that's precisely the case at this moment. Is it a Martial Emperor, or a Martial Saint?

If it were a Martial Emperor, the situation would be manageable; but if it were a Martial Saint, the world would likely be transformed. He pondered this. This message had to be sent out immediately, and secretly.

At this moment, dense moisture completely obscured the sky and sun within a five-mile radius ahead. Behind the lightning, thunder rumbled incessantly, indicating a fierce battle raging within.

Before he knew it, General Guan was soaked through. Sweat poured down his copper hammer, dripping onto the ground.

The sky was high and the stars were nowhere to be seen; the air was thick with moisture. He held a knife in his hand, watching the demonic elephant fly out from its head.

Knowing in his heart that this was an opportunity not to be missed, a flash of light, swift as lightning, and man and blade became one, about to plunge into the demonic elephant's body.

At this moment, the demonic elephant sneered on its ferocious face, 'You think I'm just tough as bones?'

The demonic elephant's long trunk transformed into a thick whip, unleashing a deafening, earth-shattering strike, its imposing aura carrying a chilling wind that threatened to freeze the very space before it.

Along with this came massive chunks of ice. The ice transformed into icy swords, attacking with incredible speed from both the front and back.

In the instant of approach, it suddenly accelerated, its massive trunk striking directly at He Chen. Instantly, the sound of bells rang out around He Chen, emitting a piercing roar.

A huge nose. It hit him squarely on the head. Contrary to expectations, his head didn't smash into a plate; instead, he was completely immobilized.

He Chen's sharp gentleman's knife thrust straight in, ruthless and unparalleled. The chilling blade aura seemed to cleave the void, forming tiny black holes.

The blade was covered in brilliant fireworks, as if they were fireworks exploding amidst billowing smoke.

Then, the energy of thunder and fire entered his body, drawing upon the lightning in the sky—hundreds of thousands of bolts of lightning. Coming from the sky, they formed a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket, with a deafening boom.

A scream of agony echoed endlessly, clearly audible for miles around.

The crowd was awakened by the horrifying screams. They sat bolt upright in their sleep, staring in utter terror.

He Chen continued to draw upon the lightning in the sky; flames roared and black smoke billowed from the blade. It burned fiercely.

A blinding flash of light pierced the night, forming a gigantic fireball in the sky. Immense energy dispersed the moisture.

Yun Qing, General Guan, and the others vaguely saw a huge, golem-like black shadow, its entire body seemingly engulfed in flames. Thunderbolts struck overhead.

Such power of heaven and earth chilled the hearts of all who witnessed it.

Seeing that its attacks were ineffective, and that its long trunk couldn't even break through the barrier of the person before it, the demonic elephant grew even more enraged.

He immediately went berserk. A ruthless thought flashed through his mind. On the skeleton, enormous tusks, incredibly sharp, miraculously detached themselves and attacked from behind.

With a single, sweeping strike, the Gentleman's Blade cleaved through the giant golem, instantly enveloping it in a blinding light. The blade pierced straight through the golem's body from various points.

Flames and lightning rapidly spread across the blade. Instantly, the enormous golem burst into flames, as if sparks had been ignited around it.

Amidst the flames, the thunderous roar of blades and the dazzling fireworks created an exceptionally brilliant spectacle in the pitch-black night.

The golem's enormous tusk, in the blink of an eye, carrying immense power, struck He Chen from behind.