After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

His attack, which he was determined to win and which he had gathered at the peak of speed and power, was actually no match for the mere trace of sword intent released by the opponent's finger!

Keep in mind, he's only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

If he truly is at the Nascent Soul stage and unleashes his power without reservation... just how strong would Xu Ze become?!

In that instant, I felt my worldview collapse.

Not far away.

"The speed is acceptable, but the power is too scattered." Xu Ze withdrew his finger and commented casually, "Let's try again."

His tone was so calm, as if he had just brushed away a snowflake that had landed on his shoulder.

"you……!"

In an instant, he was both shocked and furious, feeling humiliated like never before.

She let out a sharp cry, her Ice Wolf bloodline surged, and her icy blue spiritual power erupted completely!

This is a sign that racial bloodlines have been stimulated to the extreme!

"Where's your sword? A swordsman without a sword... Don't say you gave it to me if you lose!"

Looking at the young man in the distance, whose clothes were spotless from start to finish, just as he was about to unleash a 'full-force attack', he gave a timely reminder.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a smaller sword than this."

Xu Ze simply extended one finger.

"……you!"

Faced with such humiliation.

"Hmph, don't blame me when you die!"

She was both ashamed and angry in an instant, and threw out a harsh remark.

Her figure suddenly blurred, split in two, and then became four...

In an instant, dozens of seemingly real yet illusory "moments" appeared in the arena, attacking Xu Ze from all directions simultaneously!

This is the Ice Wolf Clan's advanced combat technique, 'Shadow Clone'!

"Oh, you can even create shadow clones?"

however.

Xu Ze simply stood there quietly, without even blinking.

Just as the claw-like shadows were about to strike him, he raised his index finger once more.

This time, he casually drew a circle in the air with his finger.

The movements were gentle, like a child drawing on the beach.

Yet these randomly drawn circles seem to contain some mysterious trajectory.

The sword intent, though arriving late, struck first, gently deflecting the path of the true form's ice claws as they attacked again in an instant.

"Shh!"

Another soft sound.

In that instant, I felt as if I had gathered all my strength into this strike, as if I had struck a viscous swamp.

The next second, the world spun around, and that terrifying and sharp sword intent, like a meat grinder, shredded all the 'shadow clones'.

"The clones are merely physical forms, with obvious differences in spiritual energy fluctuations, while the true body is like a beacon in the darkness."

"It's all flashy but impractical skills."

Xu Ze's commentary rang out again, softly.

When she opened her eyes again, she was already lying on the ground, still feeling like the whole world was spinning.

That sword intent, capable of shattering boulders and striking feathers without harming them in the slightest, has reached the highest realm.

"I...lost?"

This was like an old man teasing a mischievous child.

This made the usually proud and arrogant ice wolf girl feel that her worldview had been turned upside down.

All around was deathly silence.

After a long silence, he slowly stood up.

As if she had made up her mind, she began to quickly undress.

Xu Ze: ?

Chapter 119 Engraving

On the snow-covered plain, the wind has stopped and the clouds have dispersed.

This overwhelming result made it seem as if what had just happened wasn't a battle, but a lesson.

"Gudong."

The sound of swallowing filled the air, as if everyone had anticipated this scene.

But seeing Xu Ze's terrifying strength and sword intent with their own eyes, everyone couldn't help but feel shocked.

"True Immortal... Mighty!"

A trembling shout broke the silence.

"As expected of the leader of the righteous path, such upright and honorable methods, winning by overwhelming the opponent with the supreme swordsmanship, rather than bullying the weak... Such magnanimity and such a heart have won our sincere admiration!"

"That's right, I have cultivated for eight hundred years and have never seen such profound sword intent!"

Followed by.

All the elders of the Ice Wolf Clan knelt on the ground.

Even though their saintess was killed instantly with a wave of her hand, they felt as if they had been granted a pardon and breathed a sigh of relief.

Losing is a good thing.

Having witnessed such a significant gap, they felt relieved.

"He is truly a sword immortal, one in ten thousand years. Just this sword intent alone is enough to make all the sword cultivators in the Northern Continent feel ashamed..."

Fairy Qing Shuang's eyes were bright, still filled with longing and admiration.

Xu Ze, as the person he contemplates, has a natural attraction.

But she only dared to bury this emotion deep in her heart and dared not show it at all.

In just a moment, the burning fighting spirit and pride on his face were completely extinguished.

Then, she began to do something daring.

"Click".

It was the crisp sound of a metal buckle popping open.

Then came the second tone, and then the third tone.

Upon seeing this, the female disciples of Flying Snow Valley all gaped open and stared wide-eyed, as if they had been collectively petrified.

"...?"

Xu Ze watched as the blue-haired girl in front of him began to remove her armor, a question mark slowly appearing on his face.

No, what are you doing?

It was agreed that it would only be one fight.

Don't tell me there's a playoff?!

"bring it on."

Shana disliked the constraints of these clothes to begin with, and facing Xu Ze, she opened her chest and turned her head away with an air of haughtiness.

"What does it mean?"

Xu Ze narrowed his eyes.

"The scars on a soldier's back are a disgrace."

"You defeated me, but you spared me and didn't hurt me. Now you can leave your 'mark' on me."

This is the traditional culture of the Ice Wolf clan.

Even in clan trials and competitions, the victor can leave a 'scar' on the loser.

This serves as both a motivation for the losers to move forward and an eternal glory for the victors who are later crowned kings and ascend to the highest position.

She immediately accepted Xu Ze, and she preferred the latter.

Not far away.

The elders of the Ice Wolf Clan had complex expressions.

They knew of the tradition, but it was usually something used to motivate young warriors within the tribe, and rarely used outside of life-or-death battles.

To apply this tradition to foreign peoples, especially to such noble and powerful beings...

"You can wear it, I don't have that fetish."

Xu Ze was silent for a moment, then shook his head helplessly, "Besides, I'm not one of your Ice Wolf Clan."

Without hesitation, the moment Xu Ze rejected her.

Her eyes suddenly dimmed, and she murmured to herself, "So, in your eyes, I'm not even a worthy opponent, is that right?"

After thinking it over, the stubborn ice wolf's hand turned into a wolf claw again, and its face showed an expression of shattered Dao heart.

The elders standing nearby all showed expressions of horror.

Sensing that something was amiss, Xu Ze quickly asked:

What do you want to do?

In an instant, she pointed the wolf's claws at her snow-white neck and slowly closed her eyes: