"You concealed your strength earlier?" Shen Luo stared intently at Che Qingtian and demanded.
"What a joke! Why would I need to use my full strength against a lowly insect like you in the early stage of being a True Immortal? If you had kept your distance, I might not have bothered to seek you out, but now that you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, you'll stay here forever!" Che Qingtian sneered, the greatsword in his hand emanating intense cold, causing snowflakes to drift throughout the passageway.
"Raging Waves Snow Slash!" he shouted loudly as he swung his greatsword.
The snowflakes that filled the sky suddenly interweave and solidified, all transforming into giant sword qi as massive as doors, dense and numerous, crashing towards Shen Luo like furious waves.
The blue stone passageway was already cramped, and with the wide swath of white sword qi, there was simply no way to dodge.