Chapter 1 Yang Jian Jie Ming Ren

Down the mountain, amidst the swirling wind and snow, Ye Yang and I simultaneously unleashed our pupil techniques.

The Ghost Eye and Divine Eye flickered in the air above the cliff, seemingly capable of piercing through Yin and Yang, yet unable to penetrate the barrier formed by the wind and snow.

After a brief moment, the wind and snow settled, and the snow, already stained red with blood, now bore ten more headless corpses kneeling on the ground.

At the same time, the sound of feet pressing against the rocks, climbing upwards, echoed from the mountainside.

I peered down, and two crossbow bolts shot up from below the cliff. I dodged, and the bolts, carrying a sharp wind, flew past my temples into the air. However, one of the Dark Hall disciples who was also observing the enemy was struck in the head by a bolt and died on the spot.

The climbing sounds from below the cliff suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the summit.

"Prepare!" With a wave of Shen Qingbai's hand, the Dark Hall disciples split into two rows, raising their arm-mounted crossbows and aiming at the cliff edge.

I said in a deep voice, "Change the bolts, use magical artifacts."

The Dark Hall disciples were skilled in facing humans, but against ghosts and monsters, if they continued to use their previous methods, they would inevitably suffer a great loss.

The arrayed disciples took out crossbow bolts inscribed with runes, loaded them onto their crossbows, and as the crossbow mechanisms clicked, ten black figures leaped up from below the cliff, their arm-mounted crossbows simultaneously pointing at the crowd.

Feng Ruohang instinctively wanted to draw his sword, but seeing that Ye Yang and I hadn't moved, he forcefully retracted his sword.

The ten figures in the air had already triggered their crossbows. At the same time, the Dark Hall disciples' crossbow bolts shot through the air, the bolts from both sides crisscrossing and striking their respective targets.

Dark Hall disciples fell to the ground, struck by bolts, while a black figure, with one foot on the cliff, was pierced by a crossbow bolt and fell backward towards the bottom of the cliff.

The moment the ten figures leaned back, something unbelievable happened.

The heads of the ten figures, as if being pulled by something, simultaneously flew into the air, spinning a few times before shooting towards the Dark Hall disciples like meteors, their mouths open to bite at their throats.

The Dark Guard disciples, caught off guard, suffered three more injuries, and blood once again stained the mountaintop.

Shen Qingbai unleashed several sword strikes, cutting the heads in the air to the ground, before glaring at me through gritted teeth. "Li Po, I entrusted the Dark Hall disciples to you, so you could lead them to resolve the sect's crisis, not to watch them die."

"I trusted you so much, was your so-called 'a word is worth nine tripods' just bullshit?"

I looked at Shen Qingbai. "You say that as if I knew everything that was going to happen down the mountain."

"The Wind and Snow Eye is right in front of us, this distance is inevitably a path of death, every step will come at a price. Haven't you ever been in the martial world, haven't you ever led disciples?"

Shen Qingbai was so angered by my retort that tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldn't refute it. We hadn't even stepped into the Wind and Snow Eye's entrance, and the Dark Guard's last elite force had already lost more than a tenth of its number, which was unbearable for Shen Qingbai.

Shen Qingbai abruptly sheathed her sword. "I'll scout the path. I hope you can keep your promise."

Before I could organize anything, Shen Qingbai leaped off the cliff. While in the air, she suddenly drew her sword, and the sword energy, now several feet long, twisted towards the snow, stirring up the wind and scattering the falling snow. A patch of empty ground was instantly cleared on the blood-stained snow.

I said in a deep voice, "Fire arrows, shoot around Shen Qingbai, make sure nothing gets close to her."

"Prepare spirit talismans, await my command!"

After giving two orders in a row, the Dark Guard fired a barrage of arrows. The crossbow bolts inscribed with runes rained down on Shen Qingbai, and the arrowheads met the snow, igniting flames. The runes, activated by the Yin energy in the snow, exploded one after another.

The snow blocks that were sent flying swirled around Shen Qingbai, and in an instant, cleared a space in the accumulated snow.

"Don't move!" After sending a telepathic message to Shen Qingbai, I waved my hand. "Release the spirit talismans, cover the snow near Shen Qingbai, quickly!"

Spirit talismans were different from crossbow bolts. At a distance of twenty or thirty meters, it was impossible to accurately aim. Although the Dark Guard disciples took out the spirit talismans, they didn't know what to do.

Feng Ruohang spun around, continuously grabbing the spirit talismans from the hands of the Snow Sect's Dark Guard, and with a wave of both arms, threw the spirit talismans into the air.

Before the runes could scatter, Feng Ruohang grabbed two more talismans, one in each hand, and as he waved them against the wind, the two spirit talismans ignited without fire. Two wind vortexes appeared at Feng Ruohang's fingertips.

"Go!" With a simultaneous wave of both hands, Feng Ruohang released the wind vortexes, sending the spirit talismans spiraling towards the ground. Shen Qingbai, standing in place with her sword, tensed up, as hundreds of spirit talismans fell around her like leaves, covering the ground.

In an instant, flames erupted around Shen Qingbai, raging fiercely. Foot-high flames swept outwards from Shen Qingbai's feet, pushing ten meters away before finally stopping.

I said in a deep voice, "Add more fire talismans, make sure all the snow in that area melts. Quickly!"

This time, the Dark Guard disciples stuffed all the spirit talismans into Feng Ruohang's hands, and Feng Ruohang once again activated his secret technique to continuously throw the spirit talismans towards the snow. The flames around Shen Qingbai surged three feet high, and a distinct sound of flowing water could even be heard beneath the flames.

In a short while, the snow near Shen Qingbai was cleared by the raging flames, creating a blank space. The Dark Hall disciples standing near me couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.