Meanwhile, Lim Tian behind him was shrouded in a layer of frost, his expression vacant and his eyes filled with shock. However, within that ice, a trace of violet-gold flame flickered, burning and boiling ceaselessly.
The sight was heaven-shaking and earth-shattering, a shock to all who witnessed it.
Throughout the entire city of Zhucheng, tens of thousands of people craned their necks, staring dumbfounded at the spectacle.
"'That day, his sword intoxicated three thousand guests in the hall; today, a single blade sends a chilling frost across seventeen provinces,'" an old man couldn't help but mutter to himself. "Wen Qingye's Sword Dao Cultivation is far beyond what the likes of us can even glimpse."
In recent antiquity, the Eastern Profound Domain was divided into seventeen provinces.
Wen Qingye silently watched Lim Tian, who was now frozen into a block of solid ice, and a faint smile touched the corner of his lips.
