If Jiang Chen had activated a powerful defensive talisman to absorb and neutralize Wang Han's silver needle sword qi, Wang Han wouldn't have been all that surprised.
After all, every fourth-tier sect was bound to have some heaven-defying defensive talismans in their possession. And for this Mu Gaoqi to dare stand on the arena and face him head-on—if he had no backing at all, Wang Han would never have believed it.
But this Mu Gaoqi… had actually used a defensive golden light cultivated from his own body to shatter his silver needle sword qi? That was something Wang Han simply couldn't accept for the moment.
This thread-like sword qi was insidious beyond measure.
Even a defensive talisman with overwhelming protective power—if there was even the slightest blind spot in its coverage, this thread-like sword qi would slip through like air.
Once it infiltrated, it would burrow into the opponent's body like bone-eroding parasites, grinding their flesh, tendons, meridians, organs, and even their sea of consciousness to dust!
Although this move wasn't Wang Han's most powerful killing technique, among the younger generation of the entire Myriad Manifestations Region, the number who could withstand this single strike could be counted on one hand.
And now, at this very moment, an opponent at the seventh level of the Yuan Realm—a mere ant—had actually shattered his thread-like silver needle sword qi without relying on a defensive talisman?
Suddenly, Wang Han's mind flashed to Jiang Chen's battle against Wang Jing.
Wang Jing's surging sword qi, his violent Whale King energy currents—all had been easily defended against by his opponent.
A strange sensation rose within Wang Han. He began to suspect that this Mu Gaoqi truly possessed some kind of defensive treasure, one that rendered him completely unafraid of sharp, piercing attacks.
Wang Han was brimming with tricks, and naturally he wouldn't shrink back just because one move had failed.
On the contrary, the failure of that move only stoked his anger further, and his fighting spirit surged instead of waning!
"Mu Gaoqi, I admit I underestimated you. But you've also successfully stoked my fury. Today, I'll make you understand what a Saint Realm genius truly is!"
Wang Han pressed forward step by step, his entire body like an iceberg bearing down—the source of all cold in this world, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet without cease.
Enormous snowflakes the size of buckets poured down with even greater ferocity, and a cruel, seemingly endless world of ice and snow completely consumed the arena.
In that instant, the entire world seemed to transform into this boundless frozen kingdom.
The arena had already been blanketed by Wang Han's world of ice and snow, and as his frigid energy continued to pour out, the control over this icy domain surged several times over—as though it could freeze the very void itself, as though every living thing within could be frozen to death.
Shing!
A streak of silver light rocketed skyward from behind Wang Han, a blinding white radiance that tore through the void…
Then another…
Shing, shing, shing!
One after another, the silver lights continued to dance through the air, like thick white chains that progressively sealed off the very void.
"Same trick again?" Jiang Chen chuckled inwardly, but upon closer inspection he noticed that this white energy current's method of sealing the space was somewhat different from Wang Jing's space-splitting technique.
At the very least, these were two fundamentally different types of elemental energy. Clearly, Wang Han's glacial current was far more powerful.
But ever since Jiang Chen had broken through to the Saint Realm, his own strength had skyrocketed. Forget Wang Han's glacial current—even energy currents several times more powerful—Jiang Chen would never be sealed by them.
"Mu Gaoqi, within my Mystic Ice Seal, let's see how you break free!"
This Mystic Ice Seal contained Wang Han's most potent Sacred Origin power—it was not only supremely cold, but also possessed terrifying tenacity.
This extreme cold could slow the opponent's speed, freeze their bodily functions, and even encase their sea of consciousness in ice.
This kind of extreme-cold Mystic Ice Seal was indeed one of Wang Han's ultimate killing moves.
Wang Han's gaze turned frigid as he surveyed the interwoven layers of Mystic Ice Seal, confirming that no blind spots remained. Confidence surged within him—his opponent was now a turtle in a jar, and what followed would be his to toy with as he pleased.
With a long whistle, he grabbed at the air, and a longsword brimming with piercing cold materialized in his grasp—like a slab of mystic ice drawn from the heart of a glacier, radiating a faint white glow, as biting as the chill that blew from the depths of the nine hells.
In the next instant, the Mystic Ice Sacred Sword was raised high, coalescing into a magnificent and imposing Dharma Aspect—a towering figure like an ancient god-demon, its arm raised aloft, merging as one with the sword, hovering directly above Jiang Chen's head.
"Boy, tell me yourself—sliced into pieces, or shredded into strips?" Wang Han laughed lazily, his tone that of a predator toying with its prey.
Jiang Chen suddenly smiled, a flicker of sympathy and pity crossing his eyes. In that moment he found Wang Han rather pathetic. Even after cultivating to the second level of the Saint Realm, he still needed to trample other geniuses just to make himself stand out.
This kind of genius, when all was said and done, was nothing more than a frog at the bottom of a well in the Myriad Manifestations Region. No matter how hard it jumped, it could never leap out of that well.
At this thought, Jiang Chen spoke with cool indifference: "Wang Han, if so-called top geniuses only know how to posture and trample others the way you do, then that truly is the tragedy of the Myriad Manifestations Region. Since you're so arrogant, then let me shatter that illusory confidence of yours!"
Suddenly, Jiang Chen's divine eyes flew open. The mighty Heavenly Eye Divine Pupil erupted with countless rays of golden light. Within his divine gaze, it was as though two fountainheads had burst open—countless streams of golden light shot forth from his eyes, instantly illuminating the entire arena.
The Heavenly Eye Divine Pupil, combined with the Evil Golden Eye, fused with the power of Gold Origin, transforming into innumerable threads of lethal intent that shattered all bonds of the void!
The golden light burst forth, and in an instant it consumed ten thousand miles, sweeping across the arena like golden spears and iron cavalry.
Tss tss tss tss!
The sky-filling streams of supreme-cold Mystic Ice energy, under the onslaught of this golden light, emitted endless piercing sounds of shattering, snapping, and fracturing—all manner of sounds weaving together.
In moments, the entire arena was calm and serene once more. Every single binding current had been completely obliterated by that single gaze of golden light!
What?!
Wang Han stood there, utterly dumbfounded.
And it wasn't just him—every single person watching from below the arena was equally stunned.