The Martial Soul Power of the Ice-Horned Python was a cold Qi, similar to a Martial Soul Fire.
The staff he had condensed was merely a product of airborne moisture freezing and mixing with his frigid Martial Soul Power.
Aside from being sturdy enough, it didn't possess much power. It might not even have been as strong as a Tier Three Artifact Martial Soul.
But with the explosive power of Dong Lichen's Level Seven Martial Spirit cultivation, if this staff landed a solid hit, it was probably enough to shatter both of Chu Qingyun's legs on the spot!
A feverish look appeared on Dong Lichen's face.
It was as if he could see a massive amount of Blood Crystals and over ninety thousand Saint Extreme Points beckoning to him.
Many of the new disciples in the crowd looked on with disappointment, unable to bear the sight.
