The Secret of the Seal Chapter 55

"I haven't shown my trump card yet." Li Yebing's pupils turned to be white slowly, as if absorbing all the cold air from her body. Qin Zongheng never saw such a cold look before, which could freeze up souls.

Wincing, he shouted, "Miss Li, please stop!"

A cold smile unfolded across Li Yebing's mouth, "Are you afraid?"

Qin Zongheng grinned bitterly, "I am afraid that you will ruin my beautiful houses."

Qin Zongheng, a cultivator at the mid level of Xiantian stage, knew very well that how strong the destructive power Li Yebing could apply. He was confident to prevent her from hurting himself. But Qin Zongheng could not guarantee to keep Clan Qin that he ran painstakingly from ruin. Li Yebing tried her best even at the cost of her life. Albeit strong, her last movement would definitely exert damaging effect upon herself. They were not enemies, why did they harm each other?

But Li Yebing did not think so. Qin Zongheng's persuasion did not stop this emulative woman, but piqued her. Gritting her teeth, she screamed, "Chilled sword light."

As thousands of rays of silver light flashed, a trace of cold air as cool a sword burst. It was nearly as freezing as the millennium cold air in the Xuan Icy Cave of Clan Qin.

Threatened, Sun Yanglong, Zhao Jin and other martial artists stepped back and dodged, with their hearts thumping. Zhou Kai hurried to drag Li Yexue to another place a dozen zhangs away from Li Yebing. Even so, cold air pierced Li Yexue's bones. She quivered with both arms folding on her chest.

Seeing Li Yebing's last movement, Qin Zongheng sighed hopelessly. He connected his hands and kept waving. A golden Taichi pattern appearing from his back expanded and released millions of rays of golden light in a solemn fashion.

Qin Zongheng was right that Li Yebing would pay for her last movement. As the cold light gathered, she trembled with a miserable look.

"Huh!" Yelling, Li Yebing seemed to reach her limit. Facing the sky, her palms elevated. Millions of rays of cold sword light lingering behind her back burst out and swept towards Qin Zongheng, roaring.

Meanwhile, with his eyebrows wrinkling, Qin Zongheng let go a Taichi pattern as high as a three-floor building from his hands.

The brilliant pattern swirled while flying and acted as a shield preventing the millions of rays of cold sword light from rushing to Li Yebing.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull thuds were as intense as downpour. The chilled sword light battered on the spinning Taichi light shield. It strived to penetrate the shield, which was too solid to stab through.

Rays of freezing sword light were blocked away by the shield, just like shooting an arrow on a steel plate.

The direction of the devastating sword light was unpredictable. Though blocked away, most of the light charged towards Sun Yanglong and other martial artists and panicked them.

Zhao Jin lifted his hand and shattered a ray of sword light rushing towards him. With his right arm numbing, he yelled in aghast, "What a terrible woman! How strong her energy is!"

Without super strong cultivation bases, a few martial artists could not thwart the sword light but tried to avoid it awkwardly. Dragging them beside him, Sun Yanglong smashed several rays of sword light by his palm, "Li Yunteng can pride himself on his daughter, who reaches the peak of Houtian stage at a young age. But big brother is right; our exquisite buildings will be damaged. "

Twisting his head around, Zhao Jin was astounded to find that only few rays of the sword light lunged to them. Most went to the building concentrating area.

As destructive as a hand grenade, each ray of sword light encompassed the tremendous inner energy of Li Yebing. It was hard for Zhao Jin to estimate the loss that Clan Qin would suffer. However, he was certain that Clan Qin did not experience such a shock in recent twenty years.

"Gosh!" A long sigh came from Qin Zongheng's mouth and pity etched across his face.

Everything in Clan Qin, from a room to a flower, contained the assiduous efforts of a few generations. What a misfortune it would be if the fruit of painstaking labor would be ruined.

Resembling her father, Li Yebing was also high-handed in nature. She did not care about anything during a fight.

Chapter end