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Creak!

The heavy door to the piano room beside Xie Hua slowly opened at that moment, bringing with it an unnatural chill from within.

Damn it!

Realizing the severity of the situation, Xie Hua braced his thumb against the sword sheath and flicked hard. A streak of white light flashed into his hand. The blade that gleamed through the dark corridor bore the words "Jade Snow." It was a superior weapon from Sword Forging Valley on Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, a generous reward from his master when Xie Hua had successfully formed his Nascent Soul through diligent cultivation.

Snow Dragon Sheathed, Third Form!

The tip of the short sword seemed to condense into an ice dragon, which shot directly toward the window leading outside, only five centimeters away in the corridor. Xie Hua was an extremely decisive man. At a time like this, there was no room to consider his junior brother's safety. Escaping at full speed and notifying the other disciples in the sect was the best course of action.

However, what happened next made Xie Hua go pale as death...

Clang!

The phantom ice dragon did not shatter the window upon touching it. Instead, it simply dissipated. The short sword struck the glass with a shrill screech, and the recoil split Xie Hua's tiger's mouth. The sword flew from his hand and shot straight back into the piano room behind him.

Looking at his trembling right hand, its meridians completely severed, Xie Hua felt death closing in on him.

Gulp! Xie Hua swallowed hard, quickly calming himself before pulling out a pill from his waist pouch and stuffing it into his mouth. He had just used an almost strongest technique, and the recoil had severely injured the lower half of his right arm, cutting his strength by nearly