The snow danced again, bustling and crowded. Everyone originally thought it was just a farce, and the two wouldn't actually fight, but nobody expected...

Wen Qingshan charged directly towards here, performing Void Skill, layered upon layers, like a dream, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

The disciple of Snow King wasn't willing to show weakness, his hands flying, accelerating the fall of the snow, which surged here and solidified the layers of Void Skill.

He was dressed in white, surpassing the snow, with a stern face, completely different from his previous embarrassing state.

Now he brimmed with confidence: "Human Race Divine Body, I want to cut you down, who can stop me?"

"Ridiculous..." Wen Qingshan sneered: "Big words, anyone can say them."

It got real!

Not a test.

Everyone was startled, quickly retreating, distancing themselves from this battlefield.

A Void Skill, and another Space Skill, White Snow Divine Skill.

The confrontation between the two, like spear against shield, was destined to be an exciting battle.

Indeed...

From the very first move, the two began to explode into action, roaring the heavens and earth, spreading killing intention wildly, with terrible shockwaves rippling out, sweeping countless miles of snow.

More and more spectators gathered, staring intently at the battlefield, not daring to blink, afraid of missing any exciting scene.

Shockingly, Wen Qingshan was far from reaching the Quasi-Emperor Realm, yet his Void Skill matched evenly with the Snow King disciple's White Snow Divine Skill.

Crack!

The Void shattered, the snow disintegrated, yet another silent collision.

No extraneous vibrations, only terrible ripples spread out, in an instant, the entire Ancient City was in a state of oppression.

So strong, fuck!

Wen Qingshan's heart trembled, his gaze fixed.

The bloodline power of the Divine Clan strongman was incredibly terrifying, unintentionally bursting out, fully bridging the gap step by step.

Added to special divine skills, after ten rounds of exchanges, he felt increasingly heavy-hearted, sensing that something was not right.

The seven or eight Void Skills he had set up earlier, all were broken by White Snow Divine Skill, and now... he was about to approach his front.

Void Body battles are most taboo against getting close!

Thinking of this, Wen Qingshan gritted his teeth, set up Void Skill again, the air layered and rippling, spreading out in waves, like waves in the water.

But the Snow King disciple still advanced, the snow all over the sky was his sharp weapon, he lightly waved his hand, and the snowflakes pierced in like sharp swords.

Penetrating the Void Skill.

Wen Qingshan's pupils shrank suddenly: "You!"

Not right!

Something's off!

The snow isn't him.

Since the Snow King entered the Seventh Road, the snow only started flying, and it has lasted for a long time.

The guy in front of him doesn't have this ability at all.

"See it?" the Snow King disciple sneered: "Take a look at your Spiritual Beast."

The tall Emperor Spirit was also restrained by the snowflakes.

Wen Qingshan's face changed dramatically: "You're cheating?"

"Foolish Human Clan, do you really think I can't kill you?" Snow King's disciple sneered: "Borrowing strength is also strength. The net laid by my master, wouldn't let even your Wuji Sect's strongest escape from here."

The words ended here. The watching cultivators suddenly realized.

They had sensed something was off earlier, the more they watched, the more amazing it was. The Quasi-Emperor Realm was indeed strong, but... far from being enough to crush the Void Body unilaterally.

So that's it.

This snow scene is laid out by the Snow King, just waiting for Wuji Sect to walk into the trap.

Slash!

A thread of snow pierced through Wen Qingshan's body, pulling out crimson blood, scattering on the snowy ground behind, particularly striking.

His complexion turned pale instantly.

Unable to move, damn... even the realms couldn't operate...

Snow King's disciple stopped, keeping about a hundred meters away, not in a hurry, quietly watching Wen Qingshan struggling.

Although he was arrogant, but... in this situation, he could be steady for a moment, like letting Wen Qingshan exhaust his internal power, then he could strike at will.

"This is the trap of the Snow King." Outside the crowd, Alan said in a solemn voice: "Husband, we should go."

Liu Changqing also realized there's a big problem.

Previously, Wen Qingshan approached them with talking and laughing, all under the eyes of many, but now... with Wen Qingshan suppressed, they inevitably would be treated as people of Wuji Sect.

This place is unsuitable for a long stay.

They just wanted to leave here, unaware, the meritorious Liu family strongmen had surrounded them, silently striking amidst the snow.

Sword Dao, divine skills.

The full face of slaughtering intention submerged here.

A dozen Great Saint Realm strongmen all shot together.

This lineup is terrifying.

Liu Changqing quickly caught Liu Ting'er in his arms, slashing out with one hand using Sword Dao.

Alan also performed skills on the side.

From behind came Liu Qinghua, opening his eyes, and said softly: "You can't leave."

Damn!

Liu Changqing and Alan gnashed their teeth, glanced around, quickly rushing in Wen Qingshan's direction.

At this moment...

Being suppressed by the snow, Wen Qingshan saw them rushing towards him from afar, and suddenly showed joy: "Good friends, are you here to rescue me?"

"Fuck, you got us killed." Liu Changqing cursed.

"Kid, you're not decent." Alan glared at him.

"What?" Wen Qingshan looked puzzled: "I just wanted to share a great opportunity with you."

"You bullshit." Liu Changqing gnashed his teeth, face darkened: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, trying to drag us down?"

"..."

"You got your wish." Liu Changqing, filled with killing intent: "Better find a way, or else, I'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

Sweat!

Wen Qingshan saw his purpose completely exposed, coupled with the current situation, so severe, no point in bluffing now? He simply opened his mouth: "Don't panic, my Wuji Sect has become a major force through years of big battles, not only are there strongmen as clouds, but even Quasi-Emperor Realm has seven to eight."

"???""

Liu Changqing was stunned, cursed: "Your mouth is just like Chen Pingping."

Seven or eight Quasi-Emperor Realm?

Bah!

You dare to say such things?

Want a face?

He has always been the unlucky one crushed by Chen Pingping, but he's not an idiot.

Alan coughed blood: "Still bragging? Better think about leaving here, if you want to die, we don't."

Wen Qingshan slightly smiled: "Stay calm, such a big stir in the Seventh Road, our Sect Master has long received the news, maybe Wuji Sect's strongmen are already lurking in the dark, waiting for a chance."

Actually, he's also very anxious.

But this person is different from others, even in panic, he can behave calmly.

Nervousness is nervousness, but he still has to act cool.

Crash!

The Snow King's disciple waved his big hand, and several hundred Golden Soldiers rushed out from behind, overall strength rising a notch compared with the previous group.

He seemed neither smiling nor frowning, saying: "Is that so? Are you sure Wuji Sect's strongmen have already come?"

Liu Changqing: "..."

Alan: "..."

Wen Qingshan: "..."

A situation within a situation.

Now they understand, from the first day the snow fell, this was a trap against Wuji Sect, not just a Void Body.

Mind you, behind this guy stands an ancient king.