KRA-KOOOOOOOM!
The frozen sky above Frost-Mirror Capital City turned as dark as midnight as Sect Master Han Jue burned three drops of his Rank 7 Late Nascent Soul blood-essence!
“Ten-Thousand-Year Glacier Dharma Idol—RISE!”
With a deafening roar that shook the mountain peaks for fifty miles, the ancient spirit vein beneath the Ice-Mirror Immortal Palace erupted. Millions of tons of pristine, diamond-hard blue glacier ice shot up into the clouds, condensing into a terrifying ten-thousand-foot-tall Ice Giant wearing a crown of jagged icicles!
Even more shocking, Sect Master Han Jue linked his Nascent Soul to the floating Ice-Mirror Immortal Palace itself—pushing the entire three-mile-wide palace of crystal towers forward through the air like a flying mountain to crush Star-Train No. 1 and Dry-Well Plaza underneath!
Meanwhile, a suit of gleaming, six-inch-thick Immortal Frost-Mirror Armor condensed over Han Jue’s body after he tossed aside his Fire-Fox coat, making him look like an invincible war god of winter.
“Tremble in despair, Pei Xuan!” Sect Master Han Jue’s voice thundered from the brow of the ten-thousand-foot Glacier Dharma Idol. “This Ten-Thousand-Year Glacier Idol is condensed from the purest essence of Frost-Mirror Star! Not even a Rank 7 Peak cultivator’s flying sword can leave a scratch on its chest! In three breaths, I will flatten your iron train, smash your hotpot tables, and freeze all three million of you into eternal ice statues!”
