Chapter 5187 — They Took the Bait
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 3
In that instant, Qiu Lingshan's movements slowed by a full sixty percent or more. She had been moving with great speed, but now suddenly it was as though her motions had been slowed down, and the scene at once became exceedingly strange.
"The Snow Sword Sect's snow momentum really is formidable!" The Grand Antiquity Alliance disciples present burst into astonished cries. Though the snow momentum was the hallmark of the Snow Sword Sect, truly linking it together in actual combat was no easy feat—especially at the relatively low level of the early Foundation Establishment stage. Ordinary disciples would have struggled to grasp such an exquisite technique as the snow momentum; unless they held an overwhelming advantage, in normal times they would rarely get to witness its power with their own eyes.
"Indeed! They say the snow momentum becomes truly extraordinary once it accumulates layer upon layer. I never imagined that, besides greater destructive power, it could impose such a powerful restrictive effect as well. No wonder they say the snow momentum cannot be formed—but once formed, none can match it!" the crowd marveled.
Techniques with a restrictive effect were few to begin with, and most at best slowed a person by ten or twenty percent. Those that could restrain a person's speed by more than thirty percent were already as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns—and one had to know that a thirty percent effect was already very pronounced. Yet now it was a full sixty percent!
In such a situation, let alone an expert of the early Foundation Establishment stage, any random Heaven-rank cultivator at the Great Perfection stage would probably have defeated Qiu Lingshan with ease, to say nothing of Luo Shasheng, who held every advantage. Once the Snow Kill Style emerged, his Shasheng Saber was practically already at Qiu Lingshan's throat; in his eyes, she was already a dead woman.
"Heh heh, what a pity—such a lovely beauty too. I never did care for this sort of rough work, trampling flowers underfoot, but now that Xue Jianming wants you dead, you have no choice but to die!" Luo Shasheng sighed inwardly, yet his blade showed not a trace of mercy as it went straight for Qiu Lingshan's neck.
The onlookers turned pale with fright. With one slash of that blade, her head was bound to leave her shoulders—this Luo Shasheng was truly ruthless!
"Martial Granduncle, are you really going to do nothing?" Even Xin Yi'an, the supervising martial uncle, could not help but feel his eyelids twitch at the sight. Had he not been bound by his role as referee to remain neutral, even he would have been unable to resist stepping in to stop it.
"No need," Wei Zhao said with a faint smile.
Not far away, Xue Jianming frowned at the sight, his gaze shifting back and forth between Wei Zhao and Qiu Lingshan. He could not help pinching his chin in puzzlement. Was this fellow truly not worried in the least about whether Qiu Lingshan lived or died, or was he putting on an act, deliberately playing at mystification?!
And just as Xue Jianming was puzzling over it, the situation in the arena changed abruptly. Qiu Lingshan—whom everyone had taken for dead beyond any doubt—suddenly surged with speed at the very last moment, narrowly and perilously evading the opponent's lethal strike.
"So fast!" Luo Shasheng was startled on the spot, and the onlookers all cried out in astonishment as well, every one of them stunned by the speed Qiu Lingshan had suddenly unleashed.
"Oh no! Luo Shasheng has taken the bait!" Xue Jianming, after all, was an expert of the early Golden Core stage and the senior disciple of the Snow Sword Sect. As a bystander with a clear view, he grasped the situation at once.