Chapter 35: Mystic Ice Sword

"Fire Cloud Palm!" As Archie Cutmore thrust his right palm out, the air around him rippled violently. A crimson palm print nearly a yard across condensed in an instant, shrieking with a piercing sonic boom as it slammed straight into the ice blade. "Boom!" The red palm print collided with the ice blade midair, the impact thudding like a heavy drumbeat. The ice blade was fierce, but Archie Cutmore's cultivation had reached the Early Stage of Fifth Level Spiritual Master, a full two major realms...