Chapter 419 Yang white lightning flames (2)

Chapter 419 Yang white lightning flames (2)

Deng Yaozu and another elder of a similar age all had dazed looks as their heads seemed to be glued to the two moons above them with pure white ice slowly encroaching their bodies.

It had reached their waists when the elder with the mole under her left eye, and another elder with white hair and tall slender build with pure black eyes charged at the two of them and rapidly infused their qi to the two elders through their glabella.

Seconds later, their out-of-focus eyes regained clarity. They quickly moved from confused to shocked when they realized they had been encased in ice without even realizing it. What was even scarier was their bodies were even freezing from the ice that had encapsulated them.

They cultivated a blue grade yin-based technique which gave their bodies a certain level of immunity to ice-based techniques, and at their level, that immunity was huge, but at this moment they were no different than a normal who had been submerged in a frozen lake.

The two elders; Guo Mei and Zhilan quickly used their qi to melt the ice off Deng Yaozu and Lao Shan. They traded looks of shock when they tried to get rid of the ice. It had the densest yin energy they had ever interacted with and when they used their own qi that was rich in yin energy to get rid of it, that yin energy within that ice swallowed their yin energy and produced a mist that instantly burned Deng Yaozu's and Lao Shan's bodies.

Guo Mei and Zhilan grimly nodded to each other as they decided to use a brute direct means which was to pull the ice off the two quasi-palace stage elders using their hands.

They both grimaced in pain as they felt the yin energy within that ice invade their bodies. Once inside it immediately started wrecking havoc as they felt like an ice knife was slashing every inch of their bodies.

They both used their qi to try and keep it at bay as they broke apart the ice covering the two quasi-palace stage elders.

"Can you move?!" asked Guo Mei, once the two elders were free.

The two nodded with fear evident in each of their eyes. They almost died without even knowing how.

"You two get into position and wait for the sect master's order to launch the emerald frost flow array...

Zhilan let's help the sect master.." said Guo Mei as she left with the other elder charging in the direction sect master Zhao Ju had flown off to.

The whole ordeal from Yang Qing's attack to the two elders being frozen in ice, and finally being released had only taken less than ten seconds, but to the four elders, it felt like a lifetime.

The four elders all had complicated expressions from that brief moment. Deng Yaozu and Zhao Shan were horrified and had been smacked with a painful dose of reality of their insignificance in the fight ahead while Guo Mei and Qin Zhilan had a different level of shock.

Yang Qing's attack was a huge slap to their faces as he had overshadowed them in the element they were good at, and despite all of them being in the palace realm, the two elders had struggled to resolve his attack. They still felt like their hands were being stabbed and burned over and over.

Guo Mei struggled to accept it, especially since she was in the second stage of the palace realm.

When they arrived at the place where their sect master had already started confronting Yang Qing, they were hit with an even bigger blow when they saw their sect master, who was the most powerful combatant of them all, being bombarded by attacks as she did all she could to keep it at bay.

Yang Qing's whole look had transformed from his earlier display. He now had a head full of white hair that seemed to be made purely of white flames. His irises were the same too, as they looked to be entirely made of flames.

Beneath his eyes were three lines that flowed down his cheek and seemed to extend all the way to his hands.

The three lines had three colors; the middle line was white, the one on the right was blue-green green and the one on the left was orange-yellow. The middle line with the white color, seemed to be the densest as it pulsated with a radiance that stood out among the three colors.

His look wasn't the only thing that changed, as the purple bamboo he had on his hand that had purple lightning occasionally flashing was now pure white and looked to be coated in white flames that was mixed with white lightning.

Their sect master was not holding back in the slightest as she brought out her full strength as a third-stage palace realm cultivator to bear.

She had a slender four-foot blue blade in her hand which she used to bring out the full might of the Emerald frost flow veiled scripture. The surrounding area was filled with frigid coldness and within that coldness, there were thousands and thousands of tiny crystals forming which rapidly charged at Yang Qing with every swing of her blade, bringing with it a force so powerful that the air seemed to be torn and frozen over in the attack.

A single one of those crystals was as hardy as low tier monarch grade artifact, and it had enough sharpness to tear through a quasi-palace realm cultivator as easily as a hot knife through butter, and the yin energy contained within a single crystal was sufficient enough to freeze a 100-kilometer river within minutes.

However, despite the fearsome threat they posed, they seemed useless to the person currently targeted by them. Yang Qing barrelled through the swarming crystals rapidly swinging the white flame lightning bamboo in his hands.

A white streak ferociously bashed through all the crystals faster than they were being produced and just as Guo Mei and the rest of the elders were arriving, a loud booming sound was produced when Yang Qing arrived in front of their sect master with a rotational swing of his bamboo.

A wave mixed with extreme heat and coldness washed over the incoming elders who hurriedly raised their protective shields, while the two combatants at the center of it were each flung back a couple of steps.

Sect Master Zhao Ju was pushed back for three more steps than Yang Qing.

The six elders inclusive of Guo Mei, who were all in the palace realm, all flew to their sect master's side in time to see the scalding burn marks on her hands and various parts of her face, which sent shivers throughout their body.

Yang Qing stood alone gently rolling his shoulder as he prepared to charge in again.