The old man in the white robe staggered back several steps in mid-air, his face pale.
“Great Elder!” Two middle-aged men rushed forward upon seeing this.
“Damn brat…” The old man’s expression was extremely grim.
If it weren’t for the protective inner armor, he would have been seriously injured by that strike.
The old man’s eyes flickered with light as he gritted his teeth and said, “This kid is too troublesome. Let’s go snatch other treasures!”
Although he was unwilling, the old man knew it was better to seize other treasures than to waste time fighting Leo here.
The three of them glared at Leo angrily, their spiritual energy bursting forth as they transformed into streaks of light, chasing after other glowing orbs containing treasures.
Their retreat allowed Leo to breathe a sigh of relief. With the map and formation manual in hand, it was time to help Seraphina.
At this moment, battles were erupting both above the square and over the lake.
Many of the flying light orbs had already been captured by various people.
Leo quickly spotted Seraphina.
Just as he was about to assist her, two piercing sounds suddenly echoed from the sky ahead.
Looking in that direction, he saw a light orb rapidly flying towards him.
Chasing closely behind the orb was a slender man in a white robe adorned with snowflake patterns.
Many cultivators eyed the light orb with intense greed, but upon recognizing the pursuer, their greed diminished significantly.
The pursuer was none other than Jett Northwood, one of the prodigies of the Crescent Dynasty’s Sword Hidden Manor.
“This Spirit Treasure is mine. Anyone who blocks me will die!” Jett Northwood shouted coldly as he chased, causing nearby cultivators to dodge aside.
Leo quickly identified the item within the light orb and felt a surge of joy. He rushed forward and grabbed the orb.
Unlike the previous orbs Leo had caught, this one did not struggle violently once seized.
Inside the orb was a finely crafted ice bow engraved with ancient patterns-the Frost God Bow!
Leo had a sudden intuition that this Frost God Bow had chosen him on its own.
This unexpected situation delighted Leo.
Generally speaking, Spirit Treasures possessed some degree of sentience. The Frost God Bow likely chose him because he possessed the Nine-Petal Ice-Soul Lotus.
“Brat, how dare you snatch the Spirit Treasure I had my eye on!” A voice filled with shock and anger rang out just as Leo was feeling elated.
The speaker was naturally Jett Northwood.
As Jett Northwood closed in on Leo, his sword radiated a formidable aura as he slashed down at Leo.
This strike seemed to carry a flurry of snowflakes, causing the temperature within a radius of several dozen meters to plummet, creating a bone-chilling cold.
Leo’s expression of joy vanished instantly. Holding the light orb in his left hand, he summoned the Dragon Sword with his right and swung it out.
The icy white sword light met the frigid sword light carrying countless snowflakes.
Boom!
With a muffled sound, the snowflakes scattered, and the icy sword light turned into pure white light points.
In mid-air, Jett Northwood’s previously unstoppable form came to a halt.
“You actually blocked my strike!” Jett Northwood stared coldly at Leo, a hint of surprise on his arrogant face.
Leo snorted coldly and crushed the light orb containing the Frost God Bow. The exquisite ice bow engraved with ancient patterns appeared in his hand.
The Frost God Bow emitted an ancient icy white glow, seemingly expressing its closeness to Leo.
However, now was not the time to study the Frost God Bow. Leo quickly stored it in his Storage Sack and then looked at Jett Northwood.
That previous strike had indeed been powerful. As one of the prodigies, Jett Northwood certainly had some skill.
“Bastard, hand over the Frost God Bow you stole from me!” Seeing Leo store the Frost God Bow in his Storage Sack right in front of him, Jett Northwood’s face turned extremely dark.
He didn’t recognize this young man in white, but he was certain he wasn’t one of the prodigies from any of the four great dynasties.
For someone who wasn’t a prodigy to dare snatch something Jett Northwood had his eye on was simply courting death.
Leo sneered unceremoniously, “Idiot, are you blind? I didn’t steal it; the Frost God Bow chose me!”
“You dare insult me!?” This was the first time Jett Northwood had ever been called an idiot.
As one of Crescent Dynasty’s prodigies, he held high prestige in Sword Hidden Manor, second only to the manor lord and his elder brother Jett Southwood. No one had ever dared insult him to his face.
“Reckless brat, even if you beg for mercy now, it’s too late. I will personally kill you here!” Jett Northwood’s face turned icy cold as killing intent appeared in his eyes.
As he spoke, Jett Northwood’s spiritual energy erupted, causing countless snowflakes to dance around him.
Jett Northwood’s powerful aura at the peak of Upper Spirit Saint realm burst forth without reservation. Leo could clearly feel that Jett Northwood was several times stronger than the elder from Eight Extremes Gate he had fought before.
“Peak of Upper Spirit Saint realm…” Leo’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Brat, you should be proud to die under my Blizzard Sword Technique.” As Jett Northwood’s voice echoed, his body transformed into a snow-light shadow and shot towards Leo at an incredible speed.
Within a hundred meters around Leo, a blizzard raged.
Amidst the countless snowflakes, numerous icy sword lights enveloped Leo. Only sword lights were visible; Jett Northwood’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
This situation attracted the attention of many nearby cultivators.
Seeing that Leo wasn’t another prodigy, many couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.
Just when many thought Leo would meet his end at Jett Northwood’s hands, a domineering thunderous light spread out.
Amidst the blizzard, a fierce Thunderstrike rose up, slashing towards those icy sword lights.
Wherever the thunderous light passed, the blizzard retreated.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst the blizzard and thunderous light, two figures attacked each other like lightning. Their speed was so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
Bang!
After a powerful icy sword light clashed with an unstoppable Thunderstrike, the two figures separated.
Between them, wind and snow intertwined with thunderous light, forming a terrifying yet magnificent phenomenon.
Seeing the white-clad figure holding an ice-white long sword enveloped in thunderous light standing unharmed opposite Jett Northwood in mid-air, many cultivators showed expressions of astonishment.
“He can actually fight Jett Northwood to a draw!”
“Jett Northwood probably hasn’t used his true skills yet.”
“I think he’ll still lose to Jett Northwood. As a prodigy, he’s not famous for nothing.”
Some cultivators even forgot to chase after the glowing orbs containing treasures and began whispering among themselves.
“No wonder you’re so arrogant; you do have some skill.” Jett Northwood’s cold gaze fixed on Leo. “That’s good; otherwise, killing you too easily would be boring.”