The Snow King was setting up his scheme, planning to cut down the Wuji Sect lineage. Maybe… his next move would be even bigger.

A lot of people had realized this problem.

If a powerhouse of the Wuji Sect really showed up, then… it wouldn't be anything good.

Wen Qingshan's expression was stiff, anger flickering in his pupils. Fuck, that bastard who deserved a thousand cuts actually dared to use him, and that back-stabber from just now too.

He swept a glance toward the direction Liu Changqing had fled from. Over there, there was still a group of people, all from the Human Clan.

Old sly coin.

Wen Qingshan ground his teeth.

"Kid, what you said just now, was it true?" Liu Changqing lowered his voice, his face extremely grim.

"..."

The situation was terrible. Right now, even if they knew this was the Snow King's setup to kill the Wuji Sect powerhouse…

But the only ones who could save them… were also the Wuji Sect.

Liu Changqing didn't want to die. His wife and daughter were both here. He had to take them and escape this damned place.

Alan was clutching Liu Ting'er in a death grip. The latter's face was pale as paper, bearing immense pressure. Even though she was a Taoist Body, her cultivation realm was still too low.

Wen Qingshan stayed silent.

The wind and snow were getting heavier, pressure like a mountain shrouding the whole battlefield. They were gradually starting to suffocate.

Liu Qinghua chuckled softly. "Mission accomplished."

On the other side.

Dugu Qingfeng muttered to himself, "What the hell?"

In the dark.

The Shadow had just wanted to transmit intel when a streak of sword light slashed in from the Void, directly piercing through her body. The notebook in her hand fell into the snow.

Blood splattered, staining the spot red.

Her face went pale as she slowly turned around, staring toward the direction the attack had come from. Over there… it was a blinding white blur; she couldn't see who it was.

"Kid, weren't you looking pretty smug just now?" The Snow King's disciple's face was icy cold. "Tell your Wuji Sect powerhouses to come save you!"

Fuck!

Wen Qingshan was furious. If not for the Snow King's layout, he'd probably have already killed this damn bastard. How could he let him act this arrogant?

But now… he could only endure it, secretly searching for a chance to escape, because he knew very well that the Wuji Sect could not show itself to the world at this time.

It was just that the Snow King's Bai Xue was too powerful, sealing the entire heaven and earth. He simply couldn't find a single flaw.

Puchi…

Another flake of snow drifted down, piercing through Wen Qingshan's body.

His face was full of defiant arrogance as he glared dead at the Snow King's disciple. If looks could kill, the other guy would have died hundreds of times already.

The Snow King's disciple sneered, opening his mouth to silently form a sentence: "Come on, kill me if you've got the guts."

......

Seventh Road, courier station.

This was an Ancient City. Not big, but covered in the marks of time, its walls crumbling. A white-clothed figure stood quietly within, looking very young.

Not long after, a figure shot over like a bolt and landed behind him, head lowered, speaking respectfully: "So far, we haven't found any traces of Wuji Sect powerhouses."

The Snow King slowly opened his eyes, and only after a good while did he speak: "Not coming, huh? If a Void Body were to fall just like that, it would be a huge loss for the Human Clan!"

"Maybe he already came," the man replied. "Subordinate just killed a Shadow."

"You did well. So then… did the Shadow transmit any intel?" The Snow King turned, staring straight at him.

At those words, the man's back instantly turned cold.

He had no idea whether that Shadow had already sent the intel out or not. If she hadn't… then by killing her now, he'd basically broken the Snow King's arrangement.

Seeing the man remain silent, the Snow King more or less guessed it. With a light wave of his hand, the falling snowflakes surged into his body, and endless killing intention erupted in an instant.

The man was horrified, face full of fear. "My lord, this subordinate knows his mistake."

The Snow King said nothing.

Bai Xue surged like a terrifying primordial beast, devouring the man before him clean.

The courier station experts guarding beneath the city wall couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

That was a Quasi-Emperor Realm! Just killed like that?

Suddenly…

At the far end of the flying snow, a black radiance appeared. At first it was weak, just a wisp, but after a few breaths it quickly flared.

Like a balloon, it rapidly expanded, actually propping open a corner of the Bai Xue world.

The Snow King gazed in that direction.

The experts below also saw this shocking scene. They immediately grew alert, all of them going on full guard.

Back on the battlefield…

Wen Qingshan sensed something and subconsciously looked up.

Right after, a black sun appeared, slowly rising from the distant earth.

His heart jolted violently. "Holy shit!"

Black sun.

Other than that dumbass Li Qi, only Guang Xiaoyu could do that. But… wasn't Li Qi still on the Heaven Martial Continent?

So? Guang Xiaoyu was back?

The rising sun's Divine Brilliance blossomed, suppressing the white world. In an instant, all the snow on the ground melted away, turning into nothingness.

"Who?" Liu Changqing's eyes were wide open.

"Xiao Yu, who else?" Wen Qingshan was excited, then burst out laughing. He looked at the Snow King's disciple and started mocking him. "Kid, you're done."

Although the Snow King's disciple was also shocked by the scene before him, he quickly calmed down, eyes half-narrowed. "I've been waiting precisely for you Wuji Sect powerhouses."

Naive.

Wen Qingshan's grin grew even wider, a look of pity on his face.

If the one coming was any powerhouse from within the Wuji Sect, even Yu Changfeng, he'd be panicking, because this entire setup was being controlled by the Snow King.

But the one coming was Guang Xiaoyu of the Qingfeng lineage. That was a whole different story.

Anyone from the Qingfeng lineage had the power to hold a region on their own!

The black sun flared, shattering the Snow King's Divine Skills.

Guang Xiaoyu stepped into this place one step at a time.

Roar!

The Emperor Spirit let out an angry roar. Without the Bai Xue's shackles, it was freed and shot madly toward Guang Xiaoyu.

Only now did the Snow King's disciple realize something was wrong. His face shifted, and he gave a sharp order: "Move, kill him."

No matter what, they absolutely could not let the Void Body walk out of here alive.

He had to die.

But Guang Xiaoyu had already made her move. How could she possibly let him kill Wen Qingshan?

The Sword Intent of grass and wood slashed over. All the Golden Soldiers who tried to act died a miserable death in an instant, sweeping everything before it. They had no power to resist at all.

Everyone was stunned.

"Guang Xiaoyu, I see her. Fuck… how did she get this strong?"

"I heard this little girl is the Demon Emperor reborn, back from Reincarnation. Later she joined the Wuji Sect's Qingfeng lineage and even got pointers from Chen Pingping. She probably stepped onto the path of Cultivating Demon. If she succeeds, it'll be a road straight to Divine Enthronement!"

"She's fought her way back."

"Last time I saw her make a move was back in the Northern Border."

"So strong. So this is the power of the Qingfeng lineage?"

"You're wrong. I heard… within the Qingfeng lineage, Guang Xiaoyu is actually the weakest one."

"..."

That was true… and also not.

Among her peers, that is, the three of them, Guang Xiaoyu's strength was indeed at the bottom.

She stepped in one step at a time, the black sun burning without pause.

Boundless black mist coiled around this place, hazy and indistinct, making it impossible to see her clearly, as if a Demon God had just walked out of hell.

Her Divine Might was awe-inspiring, suffocating to behold.

Wen Qingshan said proudly, "One person from my Wuji Sect is enough. Once she strikes, she'll sweep every last one of you Divine Clan bastards."