Fifty meters away, space rippled.
From within the distortion, Brork stepped out,
standing calmly between the Six Elders.
His gaze swept across the ruined battlefield—
the shattered buildings, frozen debris,
cracked earth—and he scoffed.
"Little girl… how dare yo—"
His words stopped abruptly.
Brork's expression froze—not in fear,
but in subtle shock.
Before him stood Glacier.
Her fist was already there.
Two inches from his face.
The next instant—
BOOM!
Her punch connected.
The force behind it was terrifying.
Frozen buildings behind Brork
exploded into fragments, reduced to icy dust
by the shockwave.
But Glacier's pupils shrank.
Her fist had passed straight through him.
As if he were nothing more than
a holographic projection.
"YOU DARE!"
The roar came from the elder closest to Brork.
Rage distorted his face as he rocketed forward,
his left foot tearing through the air toward Glacier.
Caught off guard by the illusion, Glacier was struck.
She was sent flying, plummeting downward
like a meteor—
BOOM!
She smashed into the ground.
But the next second—
She shot back up, completely unfazed.
Her icy gaze locked onto the elder.
"Savor it," she said coldly.
"For it will be your first—and last."
As her words ended, the elder screamed.
His leg began to freeze solid.
Not slowly.
Not gradually.
But violently—ice crawling upward
at terrifying speed.
Grinding his teeth, the elder erupted with
immense energy, halting the freezing process
at his knee.
"Be careful!" he shouted.
"Her cold energy corrodes even
energy itself—bit by bit!
Physical attacks are dangerous!
An ordinary mid-rank Mortal-God
would die or lose control without ever
realizing how!"
The warning came too late.
The remaining Five Elders erupted
simultaneously.
Their combined energy shattered the
ground beneath them,
releasing a seismic wave that spread over
a hundred-meter radius.
Glacier raised her arm to block—
But an elder appeared before her in an instant
and kicked her backward.
Another appeared at her flank,
foot thrusting in.
She spun.
Her hand clamped onto the attacker's leg.
Using him like a bat, she swung his body
and smashed him into the second elder—
Both were launched through the distant mountains, disappearing in a thunderous
crash.
Her eyes darted left.
Too late.
A fist slammed into her face.
She was rocketed downward—
But landed on her feet.
The ground beneath her shattered outward.
Slowly, Glacier lifted her head.
Above her, the Six Elders levitated,
looking down like judges from the heavens.
"Where's Brork?" Glacier asked.
"Insolence!" roared the elder with the frozen leg.
"Do you think you're calling for your equal?!"
"I think," another elder sneered,
"we need to teach this young one
how to respect authority."
Glacier laughed.
A soft, mocking laugh.
"Teach me respect?" she said,
eyes filled with pity.
"It seems you think you've already won."
"Young people and arrogance,"
the half-frozen elder replied coldly.
"You may possess a special physique…
but it is one Half-Step Mortal-God versus six
peak Mid-Rank Mortal-Gods."
Glacier laughed again.
Then she opened her eyes fully.
"Remember this," she said quietly.
"I gave you all a way out."
Her voice dropped.
"But you chose to die."
The moment her words ended—
One elder's eyes turned icy white.
Without warning, he grabbed the elder
beside him—
And ripped his arm clean off.
The remaining elders stared in horror.
Before they could react—Glacier appeared
behind the elder with the frozen leg.
"Call your dog leader," she whispered.
"Sect Ma—"
His words were cut short.
His back was pierced through,
and he was rocketed into the ground
like a falling star.
Glacier erupted with IMMENSE energy.
The elders charging her were blown aside
like insects.
She stepped forward.
BOOM!
With a sonic explosion, she shot toward the
elder missing an arm, grabbed his face,
and smashed him into the ground.
He coughed blood.
Glacier froze it instantly—
Then nailed it through his skull,
pinning his head to the earth.
Under her control, the dying elder seized
another—
And detonated himself.
The explosion of two Mortal-Gods' energies
tore across the battlefield, erasing everything
in its path.
The final two elders barely managed to raise
their energy barriers, teeth clenched in desperation.
Then—
The void opened.
Brork stepped out.
With a single touch—
The raging energy halted.
Then dispersed.
Silence followed.
Within a two-hundred-meter radius,
nothing remained but rubble, dust, and ruin.
Half of the Storm Blade Sect was gone.
"You useless fools!" Brork roared.
"You couldn't hold on for five minutes?!"
The two elders bowed mid-air, heads lowered.
"Forgive us, Sect Master!"
Brork turned toward Glacier.
"And you," he said coldly.
"Descendant of that old fool…"
"I don't know how you survived."
His voice thundered.
"But I assure you—
YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS."
He raised his right hand—
And brought it down.
Instinctively, Glacier wrapped herself in
layers upon layers of ice, forming a giant
sphere over a thousand meters thick.
It didn't matter.
The ice sphere split in half.
Hundreds of meters of ice shattered like glass.
Brork's hand strike carved a bloody slash
across Glacier's forehead—
And left behind a gigantic canyon,
stretching endlessly behind her.
"Dammit…"
From afar, El-Mond clenched his fists.
"Glacier is in trouble."
TO BE CONTINUED