344 Gifting the Sword (2/2)
”Kill!” Wang Yinru just uttered one word. As she said it, her gaze remained emotionless.
She and the Jiang Clan were arch enemies, after all. She wanted revenge for the hundreds Wang Clan lives, which had all died untimely deaths! She wanted revenge even in her dreams!
Mo Wen nodded his head slightly and didn't say anything. His silhouette left the stone pillar in a flash, appearing in the interior of the Dafang Sect.
Right now, after learning that their patriarch had died in battle, many of the people of the Jiang Clan had begun to flee, running away in reckless abandon. They knew that if they stayed, only death awaited them.
Of course, there were also people from the Jiang Clan who did not run. Instead, they gathered together and did not retreat. They looked at Mo Wen in hatred, prepared to fight him to the death.
They were determined to not resign. For the last hundred years, the Jiang Clan was strong, prosperous, and had always been entrenched in the series of the three big Mountain ranges. For generations, they had produced countless strong figures.
As such, very few had dared to provoke them. They were once glorious, but now they had fallen. However, they still had their pride, so they were certainly not wanting to become like lost hounds this day!
”No one can leave.” Mo Wen floated in mid-air, his cold, cruel voice spreading across the entire Dafang Sect.
No one in the Jiang Clan could even think about escaping now. He originally was a person who killed decisively, having once killed more than seventy bandits in a single fit of rage. He had killed till their blood ran like a river, but only because those people had done many evil things and lost their humanity.
He suddenly swiped his hand, and tens of cold silvery-blue lights flew out of it. The next moment, cold air swept across the land. It was as though winter had suddenly come, and it was cold enough to cause everyone to shiver.
The twelve cold lights that had just shot up to the sky soon became twelve ice dragons. They stirred up the winds and rain, dominating the entire sky.
The ice dragons were each a hundred meters long and were formed from the solidified cold air. Everywhere they passed froze over.
The Jiang Clan members, who had just been fleeing, were all immediately frozen to their spots. The huge ice dragons had passed by and directly froze them into ice statues. They were unable to block the shocking cold air at all.
After breaking through to the Embryonic Breathing realm, this was the first time that Mo Wen had resorted to using the twelve Silver Serpent Freezing Pin on his enemy. This item, even in antiquity, was a weapon used to mass murder population. So naturally, it struck fear in the hearts of all!
Now that Mo Wen's cultivation had reached the Embryonic Breathing realm, he could finally unleash the power of the twelve Silver Serpent Freezing Pin. He originally had been practicing Cold Techniques. These, when combined with the Silver Serpent Freezing Pin, would be enough to freeze the entire land! Such power was astonishing!
The ice dragons were like real living dragons. They kept moving between the heavens and the earth, looking for targets to kill.
One by one, the Jiang Clan disciples were constantly turned into ice statues. No one could escape. No matter how fast they were, they could not outrun the ice dragons dancing in the sky.
On top of the surrounding peaks, the ancient martial art practitioners, who had not managed to retreat in time yet, were stunned. They looked frighteningly at the twelve ice dragons. For a moment, they all felt chills run down their spines. They feared that those horrifying ice dragons would come for them as well.
This is all too shocking! How could the youth achieve that?
Could it be that the ancient martial arts world still has such godly martial art teachings?
As they wondered about these things in their heads, they did not know that this Royal Dragon Technique was indeed related to the ancient immortal cultivator arts. But, compared to the real immortal cultivators, it paled in significance.
Mo Wen had just unleashed the art of the Royal Sword of Will. With his willpower, he then gave a royal command to the twelve mass murder weapons to kill everything in their path.
This type of Sword of Will was from the Immortal Cultivation world. Now that Mo Wen had finally broken through to the Embryonic Breathing realm, he could utilize one or two of them.
Of course, Jiang Quanfu also knew this type of art of Will, as it was inherited in the Dafang Sect as being the way of Practice for the sect's most treasured martial art, the Flying Spirit Sword. But, an ancient martial art practitioner was still an ancient martial art practitioner.
Hence, having not come into contact with immortal cultivators, their understanding and mastery of willpower would naturally be unaligned. So, when compared with Mo Wen, the difference between them was too big.
At the moment, twelve ice dragons crisscrossed between the heavens and the earth. Their speed was beyond compare.
”You swine, I'll kill you.” Jiang Quangui shouted.
A group of Jiang Clan members were curled up in a corner. They glared at Mo Wen with crimson red eyes. Their eyes were full of hate. He then desperately rushed out from the crowd, frenziedly attacking Mo Wen.
He had sustained severe injuries before this. In fact, if the Jiang Clan Patriarch had not saved him, he would probably have died at Mo Wen's hands.
Before he was injured, he was already no match for Mo Wen. Now, it was even more impossible for him to engage him in battle.
As such, Mo Wen didn't even have to lift a finger. Instead, he sent an ice dragon to dash down from the sky and lash out its tail. The tail, which was as huge as a small mountain, swept towards Jiang Quangui and smashed into him, causing him to fly backwards, coughing blood as he went.