The world that was just now dancing with white snow was instantly shrouded by a black sun, an oppressive and unsettling aura lingering over everyone's hearts.

She continued forward, her expression serene.

On this side of the battlefield, the Snow King's disciple grew increasingly anxious, once again issuing the order to kill Wen Qingshan.

But Guang Xiaoyu had already made her move. How could she tolerate someone killing Wuji Sect's Divine Body right in front of her?

The second sword light descended, destroying everything in its path, directly obliterating the attacking Golden Soldier, leaving the remaining soldiers stunned, their faces ashen.

The Snow King's disciple was the same, staring intently in that direction.

Wen Qingshan laughed heartily.

Liu Changqing and Alan exchanged glances, secretly sighing in relief; however, their hearts were shocked. Had Guang Xiaoyu really grown to such a level?

In the direction of the Ancient City, the young Snow King still quietly observed: "A Demon cultivator of the Human Clan."

From the aura fluctuations he captured, Guang Xiaoyu was at most in the early Great Saint stage, but... the power she unleashed, and her Divine Skills actually suppressed his White Snow.

"Interesting, it seems she must be a 'Big Shot' of the Wuji Sect, right?" the Snow King muttered.

The term 'Big Shot' sounded very sarcastic.

"White Snow..." He suddenly stepped forward, moving towards the battlefield. As the words fell, snow once again began to drift down from the sky.

Very peacefully.

It didn't clash with Guang Xiaoyu's black sun but penetrated it, falling on the ground, and within moments... the entire ground was covered in snow again. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The air grew chillingly cold once more.

Swish!

The cultivators in the direction of the battlefield quickly retreated, sensing that a terrifying battle was about to erupt, hence no one dared to linger here.

The wind and snow intertwined, bustling and busy, shrouding the battlefield for the second time. Although there was no confinement, Wen Qingshan and the others trapped within understood they couldn't escape.

They could only wait.

Wait for Guang Xiaoyu to kill her way in and shatter the Snow King's Divine Skills.

But at that moment, Guang Xiaoyu also found herself unable to move forward.

The king from the Ancient City was truly powerful, extraordinary; with just a simple attack, he could block her at the entrance.

The Snow King gazed at her and spoke: "We are several miles apart, not far. If you can reach here, it will prove you are worthy of me taking action. If not... the Human Clan's Void Body is doomed."

Wen Qingshan: "..."

He wanted to say: "Bro, if you want to kill the people of Qingfeng's lineage, just do it. What does it have to do with me?"

"I have seen you before." From afar, Guang Xiaoyu chuckled: "You once entered the Nine Heavens to seek a legacy. It seems you have found it and transformed it." As she spoke, her gaze inadvertently fell on that young man.

This was a secret, few knew about it.

Snow King's only disciple, Hu Nian, was not of the Divine Clan. On the contrary... he was a true member of the Human Clan, but a long time ago, he was transformed into a member of the Divine Clan by the Snow King.

The Snow King remained silent.

The crowd was shocked, their gazes at Hu Nian gradually changed.

Bang!

Guang Xiaoyu took a step forward, the True Solar Scripture burning to its limit, her eyes blazing as she said: "I also have Divine Skills." As soon as her words fell, a phantom rose behind her.

Towering, majestic, and magnificent.

It was the god she had condensed, no... It should be understood as the Divine Sense she had gathered after Cultivating Demon, similar in cleverness to the God Grid.

In an instant, the phantom opened its empty pupils, then charged towards this place.

Upon seeing this, the Snow King was stunned.

Guang Xiaoyu advanced again, a wooden sword appearing in her hand. She chuckled: "All thoughts become intentions; I think this is the significance of the existence of the God Grid?"

Not a God Grid, but infinitely close to one.

The Snow King was incredulous, his face full of astonishment. How could she do it? She was only in the Great Saint Realm, not even having stepped into the Quasi-Emperor Realm, how could she possibly condense such a thing?

Buzz!

The third sword strike came.

Combining with the advancing phantom, the attack launched was, in just a single moment, causing a rumble in the front as it abruptly collapsed, leaving the world of white snow shattered at this moment.

And in another instant, the True Solar Scripture burned furiously, darkness engulfing everything, boundless and inexhaustible, as if the world had plunged into apocalypse.

Guang Xiaoyu's smile grew deeper: "In this world, it is either black or white."

She waved her hand gently.

The attack she launched was no longer a Divine Skill nor Sword Dao, but the power of Desolation, also the significance of the existence of Cultivating Demon.

It must be known that Desolation, Green Demon, Dark Demon, were ancient beings! Natural beings, born invincible, at their peak, even gods found it hard to contain them.

Now, she wielded a small amount of the power of Desolation, aiming to kill the Snow King, was as easy as flipping her hand.

The killing intention pierced through the Snow King's body.

At this moment, in the world shrouded by darkness, people couldn't see clearly, yet they could feel that terrifying surge of strength.

Swish!

A few breaths later, the darkness receded, and this world returned to normal, allowing everyone to see the truth.

Guang Xiaoyu had already arrived here.

Looking again at the Snow King, his chest bore a terrifying bloody hole, blood gushing out, his face pale and unsightly, not just that... a mysterious force still lingered on the wound, preventing his Bloodline Power from healing it.

"You... you are not of the Wuji Sect," the Snow King trembled in his speech.

That power could never be possessed by someone of the Human Clan.

The watching cultivators were breathless, eyes wide.

Wen Qingshan was no different.

Liu Changqing and Alan gasped, staring at Guang Xiaoyu intently, thinking to themselves: "Isn't this just insanely strong?"

Priorly, those discussing Guang Xiaoyu mentioned she was the weakest of the Qingfeng lineage, and now they couldn't utter a word.

The remaining Golden Soldiers were shocked stiff, even the king from the Ancient City couldn't hold off the strong one from the Wuji Sect?

"I know why you are here." Guang Xiaoyu said softly: "But with me guarding Wuzhou, regardless of how many come from the Ancient City, regardless of how many strong ones the Divine Clan has, I... will never let you take a step past me."

The words were spoken softly, yet saturated with unquestionable determination and immense intimidation.

Because she had won this battle.

From the moment she shattered the White Snow Divine Skill, she plunged into this place, never bothering to think about any setups, any schemes, and so on.

There exists but one iron rule in the world, One Force Breaks Ten Thousand Skills, as taught by her senior brother.

When your strength is sufficiently formidable, everything else becomes illusory.

"You, in collusion with the Wing King, secretly set up traps to kill the strong ones of my Wuji Sect. Now... I come to take your life, rightful and justified." Guang Xiaoyu continued.

"You? Want to kill me?" The Snow King's pupils contracted sharply, finding it unbelievable.

He was a king from the Ancient City, invincible for aeons, possessing absolutely formidable power.

Unbearable, Guang Xiaoyu was indeed very powerful, breaking his Divine Skills and severely injuring him, but... to think of killing him? Wasn't she being a bit too presumptive?

Hehe!

Guang Xiaoyu gave an enchanting smile, once again activating the True Solar Scripture, boundless darkness swiftly covering this sky and earth, her cold voice reaching the Snow King's ears: "You know nothing of the power of Cultivating Demon."