"Senior-martial aunt Yu Luo!" Incidentally, one of the finalists was a disciple of Ancient Hill Sect, and he recognized her. "Why are you..?"
Yu Luo did not answer. She simply swept her eyes at the two of them, and coldly said. "Make your moves!"
The two of them were startled, and were completely at a loss. Could it be that the structure of this final match had changed into a free-for-all between three people? Why didn't they know about it?
Zi Mo seemed to have been stunned the moment he saw Yu Luo flying towards the stage. With an anxious face, he stood up. "Yu Luo!" What was his precious daughter doing?
Just when he was about to scold her and have her return, suddenly, he felt a pressure of someone's might, which forced him back into his seat. Zi Mo turned back to look. "Little martial aunt!" Why was she stopping him?
Zhu Yao did not even bother to gaze at him, nor did she give him an explanation. She simply looked sternly onto the ring, as though the person who cast the pressure on him was not her.
What was little martial aunt trying to do? Although his own daughter was at the Foundation-stage as well, how could her trash Water Spirit Vein compete against the two disciples on the ring? And her opponents were even Foundation Paragons.
At that moment, Zi Mo felt anxious and itchy all around his chest, yet, he simply couldn't move at all.
"Senior-martial aunt Yu Luo must have entered by mistake." As a disciple of Ancient Hill Sect, he was still informed of this senior-martial aunt with a trash Spirit Vein, hence, he did not think that she had the strength to participate in the tournament. "It's best that you head down the ring for now."
Yu Luo's expression turned cold, and she did not bother to have some idle chatter with them either. She instantly did a hand seal, which immediately released a sky of ice and a field of snow.
Ice began to form at an extremely quick pace, and ice pillars, like metal nail, popped out from the ground one after another. Separating into two batches, they grew straight towards the two people.
The two people were stunned. That ice-casting speed was so quick, it did not give them sufficient time to cast a defensive barrier at all. Hence, they could only fly into the air with their swords.
"Senior-martial aunt Yu Luo!" That disciple of Ancient Hill Sect especially, had an expression of complete disbelief. Was this really the Water Spirit Vein? It must be a joke, right? This casting speed had basically caught up to that of a mutated Ice Spirit Vein holder, alright?
While he was still doubtful, Yu Luo suddenly leapt into the air, and with her sword wielded in her hand, she slashed towards him. He no longer had time to be shocked. Keeping the belittling thoughts he once had, he summoned out his spiritual sword and began to seriously fight against her.
The other disciple, seeing that she had went to attack someone else, had a small amount of time to catch his breath, and descended downwards. Just when he was about to retaliate, he instantly felt something was off when he stepped on the ground. The caster was no longer there, theoretically speaking, the Mystic Art should had stopped as well. Yet, the ice on the ground was still spreading slowly. Furthermore, the moment he landed on the ground, one of his legs was already frozen.
That person was startled, and he immediately swung his sword to slice the ice. Bringing his leg which was still encapsulated in ice, he once again flew up. When he took a closer look...
That Freezing Ice Art, actually shaped itself into a gigantic formation, which had spread all over the entire ring, and it was continuously being active. As long as anyone were to land on the ground, that person would be frozen solid in an instant.
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HumorGame designer Zhu Yao accidentally gets transmigrated into a new xianxia VR game that is currently in development. there she becomes the disciple of the most beautiful male immortal Yu Yan who had to waite 16 thousand years before finally getting a...
