Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality Chapter 628 - 317: The Death of Qin Wenwu2

A person about to enter the Death Gate Realm, unable to control the Powerful Qi within their body—if others knew this, they’d laugh their heads off.

It’s known that even an average Peak Cultivator can handle their Inner Strength masterfully.

Yet Charlie Chan seed unable to control the energy within, staring fixedly at Lin Beichen.

Not just him, but all the top experts present dared not be distracted, focusing entirely on the sword in Lin Beichen’s hand.

Yin Yang Dao Grandmaster Ming Zhengyi, the elder of the Divine Control Sect Ghost Tu Sheng, the elder of Celestial Sword White Cloud Peak, and even Zhou Ya, the mortal who knew nothing of Divine Techniques and Mystic Sect nuances.

Watching the Sword of Life and Death descending from the sky, Qin Wenwu slowly closed his eyes, a tinge of fear in his heart.

"The move I prepared a century ago, I didn’t expect to use it here."

"Lin Beichen, you’re not the only one with a trump card. This past month, I’ve enlightened to the Celestial Gate; it’s ti for you to witness my understanding of it."

With this thought, Qin Wenwu’s eyes snapped open, and he clapped his hands forcefully.

"Open!"

On the serene surface of a lake in the Jiangnan Water Village, countless bubbles suddenly erged, dead fish floated belly-up, eyes wide open, bodies covered in frost.

Fish are cold-blooded animals, at least most of them.

The required temperature to freeze fish to death is even lower than that needed to freeze a human.

Rumble!

Countless dead fish floated into the air, transforming into countless ice spheres, thousands of them, with Spiritual Light flowing and rging between them.

The ice spheres, ford from the dead fish, emitted endless cold, with the Spiritual Light between them seemingly freezing the air.

The area covered by the thousand ice spheres exceeded a kiloter.

The entire space within this kiloter froze, including Lin Beichen and his Grass and Wood Giant Sword.

"In this past month, continuously exploring the Celestial Gate, contemplating its aning, I ultimately discovered a breath that matches my Ice Qi.

I’ve evolved the Three Thousand Ice Marrow, using myself as the Celestial Gate pivot, altering this space—this is the Ice Age, where nothing can survive."

"Originally, I intended to use this move on that person from a hundred years ago to avenge a past enmity, but since you wish to kill , I’ll use you as a test today!

Lin Beichen, you’ll beco the first ice sculpture sealed by my Ice Age, a part of my cold air!"

Qin Wenwu spoke leisurely, as the Three Thousand Ice Marrow surrounded Lin Beichen, countless beams of Spiritual Light layering one after another.

With each layer added, the cold around Lin Beichen grew thicker.

Under the layers of Three Thousand Ice Marrow, it seed as if eternal ice appeared in the sky.

Everyone stared in horror at Qin Wenwu.

Qin Wenwu indeed had hidden cards; living for a thousand years, he naturally had other thods.

Charlie Chan on the white giant tower had his eyes lit up, and the heart that had been suspended finally lowered.

Feeling the surrounding temperature grow ever colder, Lin Beichen remained unmoved, rely waving his hand lightly and saying:

"Go."

The Grass and Wood Giant Sword gently descended, falling onto the Ice Age ford by the thousand ice spheres.

Everyone thought this would be an earth-shattering mont, the strongest duel ever.

But reality left them stunned.

Even Qin Wenwu seed unprepared for this.

The Grass and Wood Giant Sword fell onto the Ice Age, instantly turning into countless wood shavings.

The Power of Grass and Trees is soft.

The grass bends even in the face of an invisible wind, allowing its seeds to scatter to distant lands.

Borrowing the power of the wind is the nature of grass and trees.

When faced with a powerful force, why would the grass and trees resist head-on?

Countless beams of Spiritual Light dissipated from the Ice Age’s range and re-converged above Qin Wenwu’s head, slowly descending.

"Lin Beichen, you want to perish together with ?"

Qin Wenwu was appalled, eyes wide in shock and anger.

Was Lin Beichen really planning on exchanging blow for blow?

He was only 20, with a peak cultivation, having stepped into the Mystic Sect—his future achievents were limitless, why would he choose this?

Qin Wenwu’s figure flashed, his Ice Qi wings protecting him, the lake water below turning into Cold Ice Escape Armor.

With the support of two forces, Qin Wenwu retreated instantly.

The Grass and Wood Giant Sword slashed down, instantly creating a hundred-ter sword light on the lake’s surface.

The lake water roiled, imnse waves surging into the distance.

Qin Wenwu staggered, his wings shattered in half, the Cold Ice Escape Armor torn apart.

He narrowly escaped, avoiding eighty percent of the sword’s power, but the dispersed sword light nearly struck him.

His Ice Qi temporarily exhausted, Qin Wenwu lay on a floating ice block, like a drowning old man.

He looked up and saw Lin Beichen still standing in the Ice Age, unafraid of the unbearable cold, waving his hand again.

The Grass and Wood Giant Sword fell once more, the boiling lake suddenly becoming extrely quiet.

The water seed compressed, and after a few seconds, it exploded like a volcano, sending giant waves tens of ters high into the sky.

Qin Wenwu’s face turned pale, gritting his teeth as he urged the Ice Qi once more.

Understanding the essence of Spiritual Qi, he no longer hesitated to recover but directly absorbed it from the air.

But no matter how much Qin Wenwu absorbed, he couldn’t withstand the continuous power of the Grass and Wood Giant Sword.

After five consecutive strikes, Qin Wenwu stood on a floating ice block, staring at Lin Beichen with intense mockery in his eyes.

"Lin Beichen, you think you’re divine and mystical, standing in my Ice Age without dodging or evading. Do you really think I have no way to deal with you, that my Ice Age is limited to this?"

Everyone was shocked, concentrating their gaze, seeing the thousand-ter ice continually compressing, shrinking from a kiloter to a hundred ters, then to ten ters, and finally to just three ters.

Extrely cold and tranquil!

Three ters of ice, though less visually impactful than a kiloter, seed to contain the power of celestial bodies, with the cold within seemingly freezing even ti.

Lin Beichen stood within the ice, like a doll sealed in a glacier from ancient tis.

"Die!"

Qin Wenwu roared in fury.

The three ters of ice crackled, reshaping constantly, with beams of Spiritual Light slicing through, like countless laser beams.

The crowd held their breath, not daring to exhale excessively.

Without explanation, they could still imagine the scenario.

Including the person within the ice, whose body, though appearing whole, was likely internally shredded into countless pieces by the beams.

Silent death, invisible killing intent, this was true extre cold tranquility.

Or rather, this was the real Ice Age.

This block of ice seed ford and condensed from ancient tis, coming through ti to the present.

Qin Wenwu wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting heavily.

He had exhausted his ans and nearly depleted his Spiritual Qi, but he had finally killed Lin Beichen, achieving his purpose.

"Is this your final resort?"

In the serene air, a voice suddenly sounded.

Lin Beichen wasn’t dead?

Everyone quickly looked up to see Lin Beichen within the three ters of ice, smiling, and gently pulling with his hand.

In the next instant, this ice, capable of freezing even ti, split open.

Qin Wenwu looked at Lin Beichen in disbelief, wanting to say sothing, but at that mont, a cold light flashed across his neck.

A line of blood appeared on Qin Wenwu’s neck.

This strike not only severed his body but also a peculiar stone hidden inside.

This man who had existed for a thousand years, known as the foremost expert of the Death Gate Realm, looked at Lin Beichen one last ti, unwilling, before falling slowly into the lake.

At this mont, the Grass and Wood Giant Sword finally dispersed, returning to Lin Beichen’s hand.

The entire place was silent, everyone staring at the lake in shock.

Qin Wenwu, was he really dead just like that?