At the center of Lan Yun Terrace, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

A figure in icy blue moved like a phantom—that was Leng Yunjian. Each of her movements was swift and precise, her slender ice crystal dagger slicing through the air, leaving trails of chilling light, like an ice spirit dancing. Her attacks were cunning and lethal, each strike targeting her opponent's weaknesses. Wherever the cold aura passed, even the hard black crystal surface of the arena would freeze with a thin layer of frost. Nourished by the mid-grade Qi-Gathering Pill specially prepared by Mu Xiaochuan, and through these days of intense competition, her control over her power had become more adept. Her speed and mastery of ice power had already surpassed the ordinary Ninth Level of Qi Refining.

Her opponent was none other than the little witch of the Elixir Hall, Ye Lingxuan!

At this moment, Ye Lingxuan had long lost the embarrassment and arrogance from being slapped in the face a few days ago. Her delicate face was tense, her eyes solemn, wearing a finely crafted red robe that was clearly a high-grade defensive spiritual artifact. She wielded a crimson whip, runes flowing along its length, with flames faintly flickering. Each swing brought forth waves of heat and a piercing sound, like an angry fire serpent, viciously striking at Leng Yunjian!