The pinnacle of martial arts is when even plucked flowers and fallen leaves can harm a person.
Ling Yunxiao went even further.
He didn't employ flowers but snowflakes.
Those snowflakes, light as fluff, thin as cicada wings, and melting upon touch, under the guidance of his Yin Yang Qi, arranged themselves into formations, becoming the world's sharpest weapons.
With a point of his long sword, those snowflakes, as if receiving the command to attack, immediately enveloped Tang Fei in a blanket of death.
Tang Fei's expression was taut, his eyes dark and brooding.
He knew he was facing his most dangerous trial,
a hundredfold, a thousandfold more perilous than the White Crane Academy's new student assessment...