Spirit Ruin, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

As the boundary wall shattered, Peng Luo’s eyes went wide. The mysterious force nearly blasted him to pieces, but in that split second, he broke off one of his fingers and tossed it toward Meng Wanshu. “Mistress, open your mouth!”

She swallowed it on instinct, relying on what remained of her consciousness.

Boom!

An even more terrifying burst of energy erupted through her body. The fierce icy qi sealed Peng Luo in ice, then pulverized his four limbs into frozen powder. Nine Heavens suffered just as badly. The blizzard shattered its scales, and its body became a bloody mess.

“Roar!”

Nine Heavens roared in pain, flexing its powerful muscles to shake off the ice seal. Despite this, it was blasted more than a thousand zhang away.

“Nine Heavens! Peng Luo!” Li Guanqi shouted.

The icy winds sliced into his skin like blades, carving a dense web of bleeding cuts across his body. Li Guanqi ignored the wind and dove into the storm like a moth drawn to a flame.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes at the sudden catastrophe. Abandoning any thought of self-preservation, he attacked in a rage, killing the two early Illusory Refinement Realm cultivators in front of him.

He flew toward Li Guanqi until he was five hundred zhang from the storm. He was fast approaching his physical limit, but he didn’t stop. The wind cut through his vital force shield, and within a few breaths, frost accumulated on his body. Even the blood from his wounds began to freeze. He looked even worse than Li Guanqi.Li Guanqi turned and roared, “What are you doing?!”

Ye Feng groaned with his head down, “Helping you!”

With a burst of energy, he appeared in front of Li Guanqi and roared, “Dungeon Abyss Technique, Abyssal Ghost!”

Boom!

Black sword light erupted. Ye Feng grabbed Li Guanqi’s collar and sprinted more than a hundred zhang forward. The wind flayed most of his skin, his joints stiffened from the cold, and a strange, icy poison seeped into him.

Ye Feng started to fall. Seeing Li Guanqi about to turn around, he yelled with all his might, “Leave me! Save Sister-in-Law!”

With those words, he plummeted like a stone.

Boom!

A thousand zhang away, the void exploded. Xiao Chen emerged, hair disheveled, powerful ripples of vital force radiating from him. His blood-red eyes were fixed on Li Guanqi forging ahead through the storm. He pulled out several pills and swallowed them, forcing his cultivation higher.

One of Ye Feng’s eyes had been blinded by the cold, but he still saw what Xiao Chen did. His voice, boosted by vital force, traveled ten thousand zhang. “Xiao Chen, have you gone mad? You’re ruining the foundation of your cultivation!”

Xiao Chen didn’t seem to hear. Only one thought filled his mind: Meng Wanshu is in danger.

Boom!

The void exploded. Using the Divine Blood Spear to clear his path, he shot into the storm in a streak of light. The moment he entered, his face paled. The blizzard was worse than he’d expected—the cutting winds carried icy poison.

Brilliant crimson heavenly flames burst from his body. Within moments, he realized the all-encompassing storm was snuffing them out.

What the hell is this storm?!

“Wanshu…”

Boom!

He slammed both hands into the Divine Blood Spear, channeling fire power through it as it spun like a drill, carving through the wind. Still, he remained a hundred zhang behind Li Guanqi.

Li Guanqi could no longer sense his surroundings; only ice and wind filled his vision. He circulated his qi and blood as hard as he could, but he still trembled uncontrollably, the cold threatening to freeze his blood solid. Without the Lightning Dragon Flame coursing through him, he would have turned into ice already.

The eye of the storm lay less than a hundred zhang away. He gritted his teeth and forged ahead. The wind cut through his vital force barrier. In a single breath, one layer of skin was sliced away. The blood that welled up froze instantly, and another gust tore a fresh layer from the frozen wound.

Li Guanqi groaned. The agony penetrated his soul. His fists trembled even as he clenched them, the veins in his neck bulging.

Xiao Chen fared no better. The flames on his spear were weakening. If the Brilliant Sunset Flame went out, he’d be eternally frozen. Less than a hundred and fifty zhang separated him from the eye of the storm. He was so close.

Grim determination filled his eyes. He spotted the figure ahead and yelled, “Li Guanqi!”

Li Guanqi, forging ahead with his head down, heard the muffled voice. Without stopping, he looked back and saw a man covered in frost and blood staring at him.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath, lifted his left foot, and stomped hard on the void.

Boom!

Terrifying flames erupted from him and wrapped around the spear. He drew back like a loaded bow, bloodshot eyes fixed on Li Guanqi. He hurled the spear forward with everything he had.

“Divine Blood, Heavenly Massacre!”

Boom!

The spear became a fiery, blood-red streak that cut through the storm.

“Save her!”

Li Guanqi’s eyes widened. Xiao Chen had pulled the Brilliant Sunset Flame out of his own body. The scorching fire seed sat on the spear’s tip, radiating intense heat. Without its protection, Xiao Chen froze stiff and fell down.

Li Guanqi couldn’t believe it. That fire seed had been with Xiao Chen for over a dozen years, yet he’d ripped it out. The pain was equivalent to peeling off a layer of skin.

Ye Feng’s eyes widened, and he hurried to catch Xiao Chen, immediately using the Yin Hellfire to neutralize the icy poison. The moment Xiao Chen could move again, he staggered to the storm’s edge, ignoring his injuries.

“Save her!” he screamed. “Li Guanqi! You must save her!”

Li Guanqi nodded and turned to face the storm.

“You don’t need to tell me,” he said softly.

Boom!

“Flame-Devouring Sutra!”

He swallowed the scorching fire seed. Ye Feng’s Yin Hellfire flew toward him as well.

He glared daggers at the storm as three heavenly flames erupted inside him, turning him into a fiery storm of his own. His white robes fluttered in the wind, and he stepped forward, cutting through the blizzard like a sword.