Chu Mu hovered in the sky, protected by the Nine Dragons Spiral. The ice-blue Giant Blade struck the crimson light shield with the force of a Thunderbolt, causing it to ripple and tremble ceaselessly. It looked on the verge of shattering, yet it tenaciously held firm.
He gripped a Crimson Fire Saber, its long, slender blade blazing. The Crimson True Flame burned with a contained, intense heat—the polar opposite of the bone-chilling Qianlan Ice Flame.
The frozen vortex on the sea had vanished, leaving the surface scarred with countless blade marks. The ice was shattered, and wisps of flame lingered in the air. Amidst the crisscrossing flashes of light from the saber, a peculiar spectacle of fire and water intermingling had formed.
Within this confluence of fire and water, the wisps of frost exhaled by the White Snake seemed to have been turned against their master, transforming into countless Frost Blades all aimed at the White Profound Snake.
